This particular night was the shortest ever for Isadora. She lay beside him looking at his face. She had to admit that he had the sharpest of features that any woman would Fall for, but she wanted him for herself!

She drew the sheets closer, the simple action reminding her of last night’s activity. He had made love to her again after saying the magic words that echoed in her mind as if he had said it a few seconds ago. Now a queen, Isadora’s dream had never been so closer. Her coronation as the new ruler of Crescia would be held in a few days and she planned to announce her plans with Alexander that day.

She felt him shift in the bed before his long eyelashes fluttered open. A smile lit her face at how cute he was while sleeping which had him raise a brow.

"What makes my wife smile?"

"Nothing," she answered which left him furrow his brows further. "And thank you."

"For what?" He asked.

"For calling me your wife."

He smiled evilly at that, letting his gaze travel to her exposed shoulders. "I would make love to you all over again, wife." His statement had the desired effect as the blushing machine heated up already. She was damn beautiful when she blushed.

The morning view of the sun grazing her skin just looked magnificent. She was an angel in human form, yet he was the devil in disguise. Fortunately, she had calmed his demon when he was unable to.

"I want to wake up with you in my arms everyday," he said, looking in her blue eyes. Looking at her cast a warm feeling in his heart, and he wanted more.

"Me too," she said.

"How about we pick up from where we left?" He asked grinning from ear to ear which had Isadora blushing. And when she remembered how wild he had been last night, her breath hitched. Someone knocked on the door at the same time to save her from another round of unmeasurable pleasure.

"I’ll check," Alexander offered and jumped off the bed before she could complain. He slid his pants and walked to the door with his upper body naked.

"What is it?" He asked the knight who stood on the door, his gaze shamelessly drooling over him. We’re he Valorian, having a head would be history.

"I.. I wanted to speak with Her Majesty," the knight said, holding the hilt of his sword. He couldn’t let Alexander’s intimidating gaze humble him.

"I stand for Isadora," he referred to her with her name to remind the knight of his position.

"I’m sorry Your Majesty but the information can only be relayed to Her Majesty."

"Is that so?" Alexander asked. And before he could stir some trouble, Isadora had slipped into a simple dress and made for the door.

"What is it Cromwell?" He asked the knight who was quick to offer a bow to her when.

"Apologies Your Majesty," he said giving Alexander a cold look. "I thought you were not in your room."

"I was. My husband just decided to get the door but it’s fine. So what is it?"

The knight named Cromwell was taken aback by the Queen’s statement but he was quick to hide it. His hatred for Alexander could be clearly seen from the mirth in his eyes.

"His Majesty, King Henry is dead!" He reported with no hint of emotion.

"Dead?" Isadora asked, surprised by the sudden news. "Why... how?"

"Those who witnessed it say that he jumped from the window of his roof earlier this morning." Cromwell explained.

Alexander acted stoic at the whole time. He could already predict the drama behind the saga.

"Where is his body?" She asked. How could a person who was standing right next to her yesterday be gone, just like that? She had to confirm it!

"This way My Lady," Cromwell offered. Isadora gave a quick glance at Alexander who had said nothing all the while before she followed Cromwell.

The walk to where the so reported dead Henry was looked like a hell of a walk to her, her heart racing erratically with each step she took. And for some odd reason, what Cromwell had said sounded true in her conscience yet her soul and mind conflicted with it.

And true to her conscience, a body lay on the ground just at the clearing outside the palace. Several knights had surrounded the place probably waiting for her to examine the situation. Her steps hurried, her breath hitched until she looked at his face. The world seemed to have come to a halt for her, a tear instantly breaking from her eye. It was indeed Henry!

"Looks like someone pushed him," Alexander said from the back. Isadora looked at him to find him dressed in a simple shirt and a pair of leather boots yet he looked strikingly handsome.

"He committed suicide," Cromwell took the initiative to annoy Alexander even further. He’d kill this knight first after marrying Isadora. "We found this in his room." He added showing a well folded letter.

Isadora was quick on her feet and asked for the letter from Cromwell who gladly offered it to her instead of Alexander.

Her eyes slightly narrowed when she read the contents of the letter, her face turning into all kinds of emotions as she read on. She covered her mouth when she finished reading, tears flowing freely from her cheeks. She didn’t care if the knights were present and she was a queen. Only after Alexander caressed her shoulders did she calm down.

"Does Roselyn know about this?" She asked after a while.

"No. I can tell it to her if you want," Cromwell offered, getting the cold look from Alexander.

"No! I’ll tell her myself and had over the letter to her. You can inform Felista, meanwhile," she said and Cromwell marched away after giving a cold glance to Alexander.

Alexander was certain he’d never seen that knight before. The guy was acting so arrogant. Or was it because he was serving the queen. He would show him later to whom the queen belonged.

"Why do you think he’d do it?" Isadora asked. The knights took the body from the clearing and transferred it to the morgue leaving Henry’s blood on the rocky floor.

"Many reasons. Probably stressed," he said with a bored tone that had Isadora turn to face him. "What?" He asked, raising a brow.

"You speak as if his death means nothing to you," she said eyeing him suspiciously. "Did you do it?" She asked which had Alexander feign laughter.

"You know better than anyone else that I spent the whole night with you. How could I leave the room when your body was pressed against mine?" He asked hoping to bring the desired effect but Isadora just looked away disturbed by the whole thing.

A king had died in her own palace so she had to prove Crescia was not a part of it. The letter was part of the evidence to prove that he had committed suicide but she had a gut feeling someone was behind it. Someone whose intentions was to incite war between Crescia and Arcadia. It would be sad to see the peace that had been established recently crumble down to nothingness. She felt a range fill her when she imagined that anyone would destroy the peace they had so much fought for. What the hell was wrong with people?

"I’ll go tell Roselyn the news unless you want to accompany me."

"I’ll be trying to find some answers in the meanwhile," Alexander said. This had Isadora conflicted but she didn’t question his decision. She saw him go in the way that Cromwell had left.

With the letter in her hand, Roselyn made for Roselyn’s room imagining what she’d react when she broke the sad news. She was aware of the strained relationship between the father and daughter, yet she knew the pain of losing of a loved one. It would be difficult for Roselyn given what she had been going through lately.

Surprisingly, Roselyn was not present in her room. She searched for her in the hallways and garden but neither was she there. She headed to Zed’s room but she was not there as well. She offered Zed a sheepish smile and left wondering where Roselyn was when she halted in front of Newton’s room.

For a second, she thought Roselyn might have left Crescia but her gut feeling stated otherwise. That was not until she heard Newton call her name in the room. Surprised, she decided to eavesdrop first to confirm it and it was indeed her! Roselyn, in Newton’s room at this hour! That had her raise some questions but that was not what she had come for.

She gave the door a soft knock and when it opened, a once smiling Newton turned mute, or stunned to be precise.

"Your Majesty? What are you doing here?" He asked, struggling to keep up with his breath.

"I came to see Roselyn."