His Majesty's Devious Sins

Chapter 205 - I Will Return

"Your Majesty," Easton said, lingering by the door leading to the King's bedroom. Ever since the smashing of furniture three days ago, there had been dead silence in the King's room.

Easton had not seen the man walk in and out of the room. It was as if no one was inside the desolate darkness. His heart felt heavy with emotions. Leaning his head upon the door, he let out a small sigh.

"Your Majesty, at the least, you must consume some blood. If not, your body will begin to perish," Easton said, placing a bottle of fresh blood in a wine bottle besides the King's door.

No one had been able to enter the bedroom without the King's permission. The only time the twins had a response from the King was yesterday, when they requested for the infants to be moved into the same floor, so that the crying could wake Adeline up from her coma.

Her eyes still had rapid movements, which meant she'd be able to hear everything, right?

"I've left the bottle in the usual spot, please drink some," Easton pleaded, glancing desperately at the two untouched bottles sitting beside the new one. Every day, Pure-Bloods needed to consume blood.

Easton always wondered how the King managed to hide that from the Queen. Easton hypothesized the King had stopped drinking blood and began taking pellets, or the King did it in secret.

"And the babies are healthy," Easton concluded his usual report. "They've been screaming up a storm, but I'm sure you hear that… They're really craving skin-to-skin with their father—"

CRASH!

Easton jumped when he heard something break in the room. By now, the inside was a mess. He could tell from the violent noises inside. The curtains must've been torn to the ground, the furniture smashed into pieces, and everything was tossed over.

"Let me try," Weston said, gently nudging his brother aside.

Easton was always the faint-hearted of the two, easily disturbed, but too kind. He bowed his head in defeat and stepped back, sulking by himself.

"Babies can die without proper love and affection," Weston softly growled. "If you continue to deny them skin-to-skin, they will grow detached. What if the Queen wakes up and the babies refuse to love her—"

A knife shot through the door and Weston stiffened. He stared eye-to-eye at the blade wedge between the wooden pieces. Another inch and he would've been stabbed directly in the eyes.

"L-let's go," Easton begged, knowing the King's aim was impeccable. He would prefer his brother to have both eyes and all of his limbs.

Weston pressed his lips together in disapproval. He glared at the door in disappointment. "They are your flesh and bone!" he screamed, refusing to leave.

"I refuse to believe you did not promise the Queen you'd love them unconditionally for they are your children, your s.p.e.r.m, and your blood!" Weston shouted, his patience finally snapping.

For three days Weston had to sleep in the castle, haunted by the children's cries. He did not dare go upstairs to comfort them at nightfall, for the King's senses were on high alert and he had ordered everyone to not touch the babies at midnight. He was basically allowing their lungs to grow hoarse from their own pleas.

It was basically a death sentence.

"If the Queen knew what you're doing to them, she'd—"

"THEY'RE MURDERERS!" A barbaric beast roared from inside the room, rattling the walls, and threatening the foundation of the castle.

Weston froze. His voice was caught in his throat and he had never been so disappointed in the King. He shook his head in disapproval and glowered at the doors. He had nearly lost all hope in talking to the King. Talking to a wall would hold a better conversation than this.

"I hope you're not blaming your own children for your decision to unload your seed inside of the Queen!" Weston hissed.

Weston grabbed his brother's wrist and stormed off, not caring if his days were numbered.

Elias had rarely left Adeline's bedside. The only untouched place in the room was near the bed, where her machines were hooked up. The only time he left her side was to relieve himself. He even refused to shower. Instead, he sat like a rock, his eyes straining as he stared at her.

One would think he was a statue, with his gaunt cheekbones, sharp jawline, and desperate gaze. The machine beeping in the background was beginning to sound like a lullaby to him. He had not slept a wink in the past three days, did not eat or drink, and did not speak unless necessary.

Elias was basically a walking zombie at this point. He was the shell of a man, and refused to part from Adeline's side.

Except, Elias was slowly growing more and more infuriated. Nightfall had approached, the moonlight hugging him from behind. The babies had awoken from their slumber, and they had not stopped crying.

"Damn brats," Elias growled under his breath, his patience finally snapping.

Elias could not stand another second of their sobs and shrieks. What gave them the right to cry like this? They were alive and well, kicking and breathing, yet have the audacity to w.h.i.n.e?!

"WAHHHH!"

"...WAHHH!"

One cry after the other. When one of them grew tired, the other would cry even louder.

Elias had finally had enough. Weston's words also left a bad taste in his mouth. Adeline would not want him to treat their children like this, but he couldn't help it. He was in mourning and pain. The only thing he could think of was her state, when she'd wake up, and if she'd ever wake up.

The babies cried louder, enough for his ears to shatter.

Elias shot out of his chair, but not before casting a final glance at Adeline. His beloved was in a silk nightgown, her body personally cleaned by him each night with a fresh towel and warm water. He'd massage her arms and legs, so that her muscles didn't deteriorate from the bedrest.

"I will return," Elias said to his wife, even though she could not respond.

Adeline laid there, motionless and unconscious. He refused to let her hands rest on her c.h.e.s.t, for it made her look like a corpse. She was beginning to resemble one. Her cheeks were still hollow, despite the nutrition IV. She was deathly pale, like a sheet of paper with purple veins.

Adeline looked like she was on her death bed, and Elias was beginning to go insane with the comparison. Each time he looked at her, his heart shattered, but he continued to stare.

"Even in a coma, you're far too beautiful for this world."

Elias wanted her face to be etched perfectly in his memories, for the day her body gave up on her, and she was gone from this world. And when her skeleton was six feet under, he'd join her. He refused to part from her.

Elias c.a.r.e.s.sed her cheek and revealed a haunting, cruel smile. "Look at what I've done to you. Look at what they've done to you. Soon, you'll be able to see them. Soon, you'll be able to see me."

With a final glance in her direction, Elias began to stalk in the direction of the nursery, a plan in mind.