His Sweet Little Mate

True to her words, Abby really marched to the great hall, as Deion gathered all the warriors in the palace, guards included, to follow their queen.

"Abby, you just woke up. I don't think you should exert yourself like this. Alan is already there. He can deal with the former king." Mirella frowned hard, feeling Abby didn't need to step in herself when she was still healing from a life threatening wound. "Yes, Abby, please reconsider your health, don't be too hard on yourself," Nadia completely agreed with the witch as she too tried to persuade Abby. "You should focus on recovering and also your newborn baby." Mirella was really concerned.

"No, guys. While I agree I probably need more rest, confronting Arthur is a more pressing issue." Abby said to them, her voice unhurried as Alyssa tied up her now waist length hair into a half bun. "I know Alan could deal with him for me just fine. But how many times? Eventually, I have to face him, so why don't I just do it today?" Mirella couldn't find any fault with her reasoning. "But what if things go south?"

"Well, let's hope I have enough muscle power to back me up." Abby gestured to the door, where Deion was waiting with the warriors under Alan and Dax.

And she made sure to make good use of the said muscle power, because she didn't enter the great hall alone, as Deion followed her until she reached the throne, where Arthur was sitting now, along with a bunch of elite warriors.

It had the desired effect when gasps rang out in the great hall, before Arthur seethed in fury. "What is the meaning of this? Are you challenging the throne?"

He really thought he had all the authority to hog the throne, didn't he? Abby felt like scoffing seeing his reaction, but she managed to school her expression as she had this blank yet cold gaze in her eyes instead.

"In what world do one need to challenge their own position?" Abby asked, seeming genuinely confused with Arthur's outburst.

"Then what do you call your actions now? Isn't it rebelling against the crown?"

"Look clearly, former king Arthur, ain't I wearing my crown?" Abby taunted him openly now, pointing at her own head, where her crown was sitting, a sight nothing but glaring in the former king's eyes. Enjoying the book? Don't forget to visit J o bni b.com for the full experience. You won't find the next complete chapter anywhere else. "As per my actions, I simply came to reclaim my position as the queen of this kingdom."

Her words were neither servile nor overbearing, but the former king felt his face burning with the invisible slap Abby dealt him with all the same.

"I know you only stepped up to help the kingdom in my absence, so after I woke up I rushed here to relieve you of this burden." Abby said as she looked Arthur in the eyes, as if challenging him to deny her words, which if he did, would only put him on the spot. "So, isn't it time you step down and go back to your own seat, now that I'm back?" Abby asked, still looking calm while Arthur began shaking in his place. "Let's not give the warriors behind me any reason to put their hands on you."

Not giving those warriors a reason to put their hands on him? Arthur felt his whole body shake with fury. Yet, he couldn't do anything about it.

Her every word was measured yet sharp, it left Arthur no room to retaliate. For effect, she even held up hand as if to stop the said warriors from misunderstanding the situation. "It would be too embarrassing if they misunderstand your intentions when all you wanted was to help me."

Abby threw back Arthur's reason to his face, where he claimed Abby was unconscious and needed every little assistance she could make use of while recuperating. He even implied she needed to rest even if she woke up later to shut anyone before they could question his motives for literally 'seizing' the throne.

But she came prepared, the warriors behind her were not for show. If Arthur didn't know what was good for him, she wouldn't hesitate to lose violence. After all, she knew the former king wasn't easy to deal with.

On the other hand, Arthur knew it was an undisguised threat, after all, he wasn't born yesterday to misunderstand Abby's intention and think she was actually trying to save his face or something.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

If anything, the moment she said all those words, it only exposed all of Arthur's intentions, his thoughts he oh so tried to conceal under nonchalant comments and masked agreeance having to follow Abby's lead.

Without lifting his head, he could tell what was running through the minds of the councilors, who had very patiently fallen silent during this whole ordeal. The tides had changed real fast!

"Yeah, you are right. It's a good thing you are back." Arthur managed to grit out as he looked behind the woman, where Deion and the few elite warriors sported this blank look mirroring Abby's own.

He clearly knew what Abby meant by her actions today, the line of warriors behind her carried the promise of violence if things didn't go as she planned, and if he let things go that far, it would not just be his face that he would lose today.

He didn't underestimate her, but she did outperform herself, and Arthur had to accept defeat for now, as he stepped down from the throne.

However, he didn't offer it to her, which would have included him bowing to her, and after the humiliation he faced, doing that would only be him hitting a new low.

'I'll get back at you, woman. You are naive if you think this would be the end of it. He swore to himself as he returned to his seat beside Emile's, his former royal gamma, who was also sporting a furious glare, which he masked in time before anyone could notice. But of course, Abby wasn't naive to think Arthur would accept this defeat just because she proved to him she was a worthy opponent to him. The man wouldn't even see her as someone who deserved to stand among the royal councilors, let alone wield more power than any of them.

Speaking of the councilors, Chance, Toby and the few others started expressing concern over her health when Abby finally settled on the throne.

"There are things more important than my health, my friends." Abby said, almost cringing inwardly for addressing these old men as friends. But it was beside the point now.

Before these men could kill brain cells over what she meant, she opened her mouth again. "It's been two days since the prince has been born, but because of some unpleasant interventions, you guys haven't got a chance to meet mine and Micah's first born." Everyone had this awkward look on their faces when she said 'interventions, especially people supporting Arthur to take back the throne. They looked like they didn't know where to look.

Only Abby didn't have time to dwell on whatever they were feeling as she continued to speak her mind. "But, you don't have to feel bad about it. I took this chance to bring him in front of you." Abby then addressed someone standing near the door. "Let my people in."

Following her command, the door opened again, where they all could see a palace maid walk in with a baby carefully wrapped in a blanket.

Normally, this type of introduction needed some kind of preparation, but Abby made it seem like the royal warriors standing on either side of the red carpet, as Alyssa made her way to the queen with the prince in her arms, something really distinguished. It was as good as an introduction ceremony, even though the warriors solemnly bowing to her son wasn't planned by her at all.

Well, what could she say? The elite royal warriors were elite class for a reason, and their submission to her son only made his position more stable in this court. She didn't have any complaints.

"Here." Abby took her child from Alyssa's hands, who then retreated to the side along with Reyna, who followed her inside, as they both stood slightly behind the throne, making them as invisible as possible. This was the first time for them to enter the great hall and it would be an understatement to say it was overwhelming.

They didn't need to feel so self conscious for long though, because Abby made so many strange things happen today. Them exploring the great hall wouldn't even be remembered by anyone.

"I'm quite delighted to finally introduce your prince to you on this fine day." Abby started, holding her baby in a way his face would be visible to all of them while being careful not to make his little body feel uncomfortable. "He would be called Arlo Ebenezer." With their heightened vision, everyone could see little Arlo's sleeping face comfortably from their places, before they all congratulated Abby for delivering the baby safely.

"Let this baby bring forth prosperity and joy both to the kingdom and his family, may he be blessed with good health and life. All hail the little prince, Arlo, Son of Micah Ebenezer."

People parroted the blessings one after another, welcoming the baby, before Abby stopped them. "To mark his birth, I want to plan a festivity. For the same, I want everyone to be prepared."

Of course, they all agreed with her happily, because they had already forgotten decorum by not visiting the prince after he was born. No matter what happened, rules were there to be followed, and just because they were elders it didn't mean they could do as they pleased.

And after answering a few of her supporters' inquiries about her health and absolving their worries, the woman finally turned to Arthur.

"Former King Arthur, I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes of your time."