Pirate Kingship-Chapter 850 - 511: Edward the Tyrant, Saint Byron the Loyalist

Kingdom of Hightins, Royal Capital of Kingston.

Outside, the cold wind howled, and snow had long since dyed the ancient city pure white. Inside Ganquan Palace, in the bedroom belonging to King Edward IV and Queen Elizabeth Woodville, it was as warm as spring.

The exquisitely crafted golden clock ticked, ticked, neither fast nor slow.

Just as the second hand and the minute hand were about to overlap, Edward IV lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and pressed down on the clock.

Also bringing the soon-to-start rotating music box back to silence.

He turned to glance at his beautiful queen, sleeping soundly under a smooth beaver fur quilt, a trace of affection spreading across his face.

Clearly, in order not to delay his duties and not disturb the queen's rest, this king's biological clock had made an adaptive adjustment.

Edward IV wasn't in a rush to get up. He blamed The First Beauty of the Channel Islands for being too enchanting, couldn't help but admire his queen's beautiful body from behind once more.

Her shoulders and back were flawless like white jade, her slender waist so delicate as if she had never given birth like a young girl, her hips and curves undulating, her skin radiating a luster more captivating than pearls.

Her voluptuous thighs leading down to toes painted with golden lacquer, outlining a breathtakingly perfect curve that he couldn't bear to take his eyes off.

Looking at this beauty who belonged solely to him, Edward IV couldn't help but feel a surge of heat.

Even though he had enjoyed this perfect body countless times, even after they had eight children together, he still greatly coveted Elizabeth's loveliness.

But his expression soon gradually became somber.

Because whenever he thought of The Kingmaker Warwick boldly claiming publicly that everything in this country, including his beloved queen, must be shared with him, Edward IV couldn't help but be overcome with hatred.

How dare another man unabashedly covet his power, his wealth, his woman.

No normal man would stand for it, let alone a king standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid of power?

Just as if another lion suddenly appeared in the Lion King's territory, without external interference, there's only one possible outcome: one must fall.

In Edward IV's mind, ever since Warwick uttered those words, he was destined to die!

Thinking of this, Edward IV could no longer lie down. He uncovered the warm and fragrant covers of the queen, quietly got up to dress with great determination, and prepared to handle today's affairs.

But as soon as he got out of bed and his feet touched the ground, he instinctively reached to cover his waist, gasping:

"Ah... hiss... hiss..."

Recently, his waist had only occasional sharp pains.

But after two months of high-intensity passion, he felt continually drained, the symptoms worsening.

Though his once mighty body, unmatched by demon monsters and mythical creatures but still formidable among humans, was now feeling what it meant to be powerless.

Although he hadn't reached the ultimate quick shooter stage of "one and a half minutes for the whole process, including showering and rinsing," the state of decline was visibly inevitable.

Edward IV knew it was probably due to excessive intimacy with his queen, yet he found it hard to control himself.

In the past, the queen was either pregnant or on her way to pregnancy, even if he wanted to be unrestrained, he couldn't.

But ever since unknowingly donning the Sacred Relic Joy Without Worry, nothing could stop him enjoying The First Beauty of the Channel Islands.

Edward IV held his waist for a long moment before leaving the bedroom for the dressing room, where he changed clothes with the help of a group of chamberlains.

A chamberlain and court guard, while hanging up his sidearm sword, tactfully reminded:

"Your Majesty, though you're strong and healthy, you haven't practiced swordsmanship for quite some time.

How about, after handling today's affairs, heading to the Guardsmen's camp outside the city to join the elite guard for some practice?

Also, maybe stay in the camp for a few days; the soldiers greatly miss the glory days of defeating Lancaster under your leadership."

His true intention was that the widow Queen Elizabeth, who had once caused the death of her previous husband, was just trouble, and Edward IV's situation was worrying him.

Not only was he becoming thinner, but his waking time was getting progressively later, and with this trend, he feared one day he might die from exhaustion in the queen's bed.

So he thought if Edward IV got more exercise and spent some energy, he might not always be thinking of diving under the queen's covers.

But no sooner had he spoken than, despite his significant fatigue, Edward IV reacted as though triggered.

Suddenly turning his head, like a bloodthirsty lion abruptly awakened, he fiercely glared at the chamberlain.

The chamberlain instinctively stepped back, his heart seemed gripped tightly, making breathing immensely difficult.

And then, Edward IV's first words nearly shattered his spirit.

"You're trying to send me away from Ganquan Palace?

Hmm? Could it be you want, like Warwick, to... take my queen?!!"

The loyal chamberlain's face turned frantic:

"No, no, no, Your Majesty, I didn't, it's all for your own good..."

Edward IV completely ignored the chamberlain's pleading.