The doctor led him down a passage and onto a ward where Liah lay on a bed, hooked up to an I V needle. "I'll give you a few minutes, but you can't stay long." The doctor says before walking away. Anthony then pulls a chair closer to the bed and sits down.
"What the hell, Liah? You were supposed to be at the retreat. How the hell did you end up in that house? Did that fucker really kidnap you from a fucking retreat? And you're pregnant, with Michael's child? Do you have any idea what this means? Of course, you don't, but you're going to flip out when I tell you, Christ, this shit is crazy," Anthony swears, running his hands over his face.
He took out his phone and was about to dial Mathayus's number, but soon realized that his phone battery had died, so he ran back towards the waiting area and saw one of the men using his phone.
"Hey, lend me your phone for a sec, mine's dead." He says to the man who logged out of the game he was playing before handing him the phone.
"Give me your phone and mek me charge it in the car," the man says, and Anthony gives the man his phone while dialing Mathayus's number. Evan answered on the third ring. "Hey man, what's up?" Evan asks from the other end.
"Evan, it's me," "Tony? Where the hell are you, man?" Evan demands. "Long story, where is Michael?" "Home, where else?" "Good, so he's awake, then why do you have his phone?" Anthony asks.
"Not the base, his home, Michael left and is on his way home." "What!! He left the country?" Anthony shouts. "Yep, his jet just took off. Why? What's going on?"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why the hell did he leave his phone behind?" "I don't think that was on purpose. He was pretty out of it when he left Jody's house. Now, for the tenth time, man, what is going on?" Evan asks impatiently.
"Fuck, give me a few minutes, I'll call you back," Anthony growls before ending the call. "Shit, alright, the first thing I need to do is get Liah out of this hospital and far away from this place, then I'm not sure how, but I intend on getting Michael back into this country by any means necessary." He growls under his breath.
****
"Your Highness, we'll be landing within the hour. Would you like a change of clothes?" Keshan asks. Mathayus ran his fingers along the black suit and black knee-length coat that he was wearing. He had gotten accustomed to wearing these clothes, but entering his country wearing them may not be such a wise idea.
"Yes, thank you," He nods. "I've laid out a suit for you in the bed-chamber, your Highness," Keshan says with a slight bow.
Mathayus unfastened his seat belt, got up, and walked towards the bed chamber that was indeed designed for a king. Stepping inside, he closes the door behind him, and for a few minutes, he just leans against it.
He then let his tears fall freely while he took a shower and changed into his princely attire. Even through his pain, he couldn't help the sigh of pure relief that escaped his lips as the satin fabric caressed his skin and his soft cotton zip-up boots with leather bottom caressed his feet.
Half an hour later, he steps from the bed-chamber fully composed and ready to take on the challenges that lie before him.
"Sorry to disturb you again, your Highness, but we need to brief you on the plan to take down Dmitri," Lee says apologetically. "Proceed, my friend." Mathayus nods.
****
Dmitri sighs contentedly as he adorned his costly princely attire. He was told by one of his servants that he was to meet with the council in an hour. What he had been aiming for was finally within arm's reach. He was finally going to achieve his goal.
In a few days, after the death of the current king was announced, he would take his rightful place on the throne. He had scheduled the old man's death sentence to be carried out in his holding cell. The old man would be killed while he was in the meeting with the council.
The guard was instructed to enter the council meeting and announce that the old man was dead, and after breaking down before the council, he would then subtly suggest to the council to appoint him as the new king, since there literally wasn't anyone else with royal blood to assume the throne.
This plan was perfect; nothing could go wrong now, and seeing as though he had access to the prisoner, his trusted guard would be the one to carry out his perfect plan.
After admiring his outfit in the mirror for the tenth time, he left his private quarters and walked proudly towards the council's office, which was a large room with a massive long table that seated twenty men who had convinced themselves that they knew what was best for this country.
But in the end, they all had to answer to the king, which was the position he would be holding very soon, and now that he was thinking about it, as soon as he was appointed king, there were a few men in that batch he simply must get rid of.
He was almost to the office when his trusted guard came running up to him. "Good afternoon, sir," The guard bows and then continues. "The chief will be sentencing the former king in an hour, and he requests your presence."
"And I hope everything is in order and he won't make it to the sentencing," Dmitri says, his tone deadly. "Of course, he won't, sir, but you still need to be there," the guard replied, maintaining a serious expression on his face.
"Very well," Dmitri smirked,d straightening his suit. "Inform the council and meet me in the car." He orders before turning in the opposite direction.
Thank you for reading
words of encouragement
I should rest in the fact that God is in control
which means, I'll face things
that are out of my control and not
act out of control
try guessing this riddle, it's easy, I promised
what tree is in your hand?
You don't even need luck for this one