Chapter 51

Jaysa soon saw the guard Brandon and the guard who she almost hit, come back with many women and men with them. Several of the guards joined them as well. Which brought more people. They stopped in front of the priest and Jaysa. However, the guard that spoke earlier only spoke to Joseph.

"We brought the villagers." Joseph nodded and turned to the man that controlled the carriages and nodded his head. The man knew what the priest was silently saying. He opened the door to the wagon and allowed the girls to step outside. When the girls came out into view, sounds of happiness could be heard. The girls called out to their families as the hugged and kissed each other. Jaysa couldn't help but cry. She wiped her tears away before it fell down her face. She was overjoyed with the scene in front of her.

"My lady, we should go." Joseph spoke. Jaysa dried her tears and spoke.

"There is one place I like to visit." The priestly nodded in response.

Jaysa stood in front of the wooden cross she made for her mother's grave. She had not been here for so long that weeds had begun to sprout up. She pulled the plants out of the ground and threw them aside. Putting her hands together, she closed her eyes and spoke a small prayer to her mother.

"I miss you mother." Jaysa spoke. "I don't know if you're watching or not, I have become Queen. I hope that I understood the message you sent to me. I hope I can fulfill it, mother. I miss you, but I hope I can make you proud." She looked up at the sky once she finished.

"Who is this?" Joseph asked. He stayed quiet as she prayed, but spoke when she was done.

"This is my mother's grave." She replied.

"Your mother passed away?" Jaysa nodded. "Can I ask how?" Jaysa stayed quiet. She turned to face Joseph. He saw anger in her eyes.

"Men," was all she said before walking off. Joseph didn't understand, but he had an idea. The way she acted towards men could have something do with her mother's death. He quit pondering about it. He turned to follow Jaysa back to the wagon. Joseph was about to open the door for her, but Jaysa opened it herself and sat on the cushion seat. Joseph also made his way into the carriage. One of the guards closed the door behind him. He sat down on the opposite side of Jaysa and spoke.

"You should act more like a Queen." Jaysa stayed quiet. "It will soon get better. You'll see." He spoke. Jaysa couldn't trust those words. She was Queen, but there was no power. Could it be changed? She would just have to wait and see what the future holds.

"I heard that you let that woman of yours set all the women in the cells free." Martin spoke to Danzel. "I even heard that you allowed your woman to go with them." Danzel did not look at his uncle as he spoke. Danzel wanted to be alone, so he came to the library to read in silence. Normally his uncle would not bother him in here unless he was unsatisfied with something and the way he spoke, it was about his wife.

"Why do you care what she does?" He spoke. Martin looked at his nephew. He sat at the long rectangular table. There were a few books that were sitting on the table. He assumed they were books the King already read, or was think about reading.

"I don't want to say negative things, but the guards are talking ill about you." Martin spoke.

"Why do I care what they have to say?" Danzel responded as he turned the pages of his book.

"Well, they are talking about you killing a man for speaking your woman."

"What?" Danzel yelled out. "What bullshit are they spilling out to one another?"

"Are you saying that they lie" Martin questioned. Danzel glared at his uncle.

"They lie. I would never kill someone unless they cause harm." Danzel spoke back.

"So what are you saying?" Martin questioned again.

"They attacked my wife. So it's his fault."

"Is that what the guard said, oh wait, he's dead." Martin spoke sarcastically.

"What is it with you today?" Danzel growled.

"My King, I just wanted to make sure that that you are not being taken advantage of."

"I'm not." Danzel hissed.

"But what about the feast that you allowed your woman to have." Danzel put down his book. The man was giving him a headache. His uncle was worse than his wife when it came to his attitude.

"She had some fun, so what." He spoke at his uncle.

"Was she also having fun flirting with the guard?" Martin spoke.

"She was not flirting with that man." Danzel yelled.

"Sire, I don't want to be rude, but, did someone else say different." Martin had heard about what happened. He knew that the priest went with her but soon fell unconscious. He didn't care if she was flirting with him or not. If he was able to put doubt in his nephews mind, then that's what had to be done. "You say that the guard attacked your wife, but is that really true. Are you sure that she did not make it all up?" He questioned his nephew. Danzel glared at the man. He had a feeling like he wanted to make him turn on his wife. He was not going to fall into his uncle's trap. The tears in her eyes, the way her body shook in his arms. There is no way to fake that type of fear.

"I don't care if you think my wife is lying. If I find that she lied me, then I will take care of it." He spoke. "If there isn't anything else, I would request for you to leave my presence at once." He demanded.

"But Sire," Martin began.

"Leave!" Danzel yelled as he stood up and pointed towards the door. Martin gritted his teeth. He bowed.

"I'm sorry." He spoke. Martin made his way out of the room. Danzel's sat back down. His uncle wanted the two of them to fight, but he would never betray his wife. He would have to show Danzel proof that his wife was not faithful until then; he would not stand his uncle bashing his wife in any way.