A Night With The King

“Patrick, it is all your fault that I didn’t get to meet with that driver guy today, what’s his name?”

Lance asked as he took off his clothes one after the other. He had a long day today and only had a fifteen-minute break. He just got out of the meeting and it was past nine pm. The most exhausting meeting he ever had. Those men were hard to get through to, if he ever had thought of persuading and making them see the reason why cutting their earnings, for now, would help a lot would be easy, it flew out of the window less than thirty minutes into the meeting, they didn’t want to listen to him. He hated how there wasn’t any woman among them, it would have been easier to persuade them if they were women because women have softer hearts and are considerate. Maybe it was time to replace all those bastards with intelligent and compassionate women who would put the needs of others in mind like his stepmother had done when she raised him as her son even though her husband cheated on her to birth him.

“His name is Elio, my king and you can meet with him tomorrow,”

Patrick said. Lance turned around and glared at him. Patrick had sat there in silence while he faced those bastards alone.

“That’s why you should have allowed me to see him last night,”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I didn’t stop you, my king, I don’t have the power to stop you,”

Patrick replied, picking up the clothes that he dropped. Lance turned to him and glared at him.

“You told me not to go there so that I can sleep and you promised to bring him to the palace today but look at the time, there is no time for me to see him now, it is all your fault,”

Lance let out pointing at him.

“You are drunk, take a shower and sleep the buzz off, tomorrow, you can talk to him after you meet with the minister of aviation and also the chief security officer,”

Patrick informed him. He already knew his day would be as busy as it was today, his days were always busy. There was always something for him to do, a meeting for him to attend. Sometimes, he just wants to drop everything and hide. Like right now. He wanted to hide so badly. The meeting was hell and they were not able to reach a common ground. He couldn’t force what he wanted on them even though what he wanted would benefit everyone in the end they bluntly refused to listen to him or see the reasons behind what he was proposing.

“I am not drunk Patrick, I am tired, did you hear those morons talking earlier? They don’t care about the people. They only care about themselves. If I don’t get rid of them, Otano would never get to where I want to get to, and getting rid of them would mean more work for you and me, what do I do?”

Lance lamented. He hated Justin so much for ruining the kingdom and reducing its greatness to nothing but struggles. He was the one who filled the different sectors with nothing but greedy losers.

“I understand everything Lance, I see what you are trying to do and just how much effort you are putting into making this kingdom great and I can tell you that you are doing great and you will get there no matter how long it takes, you don’t have to let those greedy bastards get to you, and you don’t need to drink to show your frustrations,”

Patrick let out collecting the bottle of alcohol that he picked up from him.

“Give it back, I am just going to drink and go to bed,”

He let out collecting the bottle back from Patrick.

“You will be hungover with a burning headache tomorrow, do you really want to meet with the minister of aviation like that? Your meeting is seven am in the morning, give me that bottle now,”

Patrick let out but Lance refused. Instead of giving it to him, he downed the whole thing in the bottle and handed the empty bottle to Patrick who glared at him in disappointment. Lance smiled.

“Now I can go to bed, good night best friend,”

He said to Patrick before falling on the bed, his head was spinning but he ignored it and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was alone. His mind suddenly went to Sophie and the fact that she was pregnant with another man’s child. He hated that she was carrying another man’s baby and hated that she refused to tell him who it was that got her pregnant. He suddenly wanted to know the bastard who got her pregnant. He got up from the bed and struggled to get his robe after which he exited his room after making sure Patrick was not in the room somewhere. It was a big room and Patrick sometimes spent the night in the room instead of going back to his own apartment in the palace. At least tonight, he wasn’t here so he could go out without getting in trouble with him.

“Your majesty,”

The guards at the front of his chamber greeted him when he walked past them, he didn’t bother to acknowledge them, he wasn’t obligated to anyway, he walked past every one of the guards and stopped anyone who tried to follow him. He knew where he was headed and wanted to go there alone. He needed answers and he planned on getting them from her tonight.

“Open it,”

Lance let out when he got to the entrance of the dungeon and they opened it at once.

“I don’t want anyone here, understand?”

He paused to make sure they heard what he said.

“Yes, your majesty,”

They chorused and Lance staggered towards the place where Sophie was kept, thankfully, just before they had brought her here, he had asked for the lights to be fixed if not it would have been completely dark down here. he knew he should turn around and go back to his room to sleep off the alcohol in his system but he just kept going without looking back. He knew Patrick would be on his ass tomorrow for what he was doing but he needed to know who got her pregnant, needed to know who dared to touch what belonged to him…