He recalled it all too well. The way Queen Elizabeth had knelt before him years ago, begging in tears while pulling at his legs.
Years when he had killed Leo's parents and the King and Queen of Levrick Kingdom. Years when he had discovered that Queen Elizabeth knew his secret. And so he had proceeded to end her.
She was a threat then. She wasn't one to be trusted. King Edward knew the lady he married. And he knew she was one to be scheming and calculative. The lady he had married had been a lively and smart woman.
So all he had to do was kill her—internally.
And so he had used her son against her, her most prized possession. He had used him against her and watched as she died inside.
She had begged. Queen Elizabeth had knelt in tears, begging him to let her son out of this. She had begged desperately as though asking for oxygen.
