I Bought the exiled king (by Natalie Winter) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

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The soldiers kept marching on both sides of us while Loyd led us to the King’s quarters. I had never been to his private chambers, so I had no idea what to expect, but I was certain it would be the most grand and luxurious rooms of all.

I had not expected to have an entire floor dedicated to him. There were gold and silver plated vases and motifs running around the walls, and the curtains were a deep blue, contrasting vividly with the gold and silver around them.

The fleet of guards stopped just outside the grand hallway that was lit with a dozen torches and candles, and a few guards were stationed along both the side of walls at regular intervals.

I looked apprehensively at Killian, and he seemed to understand my question, so he leaned to the side to whisper in my ear.

“Nobody can come and go out of this floor without the permission of the King and the head of the royal guard.”

I nodded, though the presence of so many people around me made me queasy. I was used to seeing empty corridors with the occasional servants scurrying around, not a hallway full of guards.

I subconsciously inched closer to Killian and saw him wince a little. His hand flew to his abdomen, and I asked him worriedly.

“Are you sure you are okay? I really could have come here alone.”

I worried at my lower lip, but he was insistent. Loyd stopped outside one of the large ornate doors that was taller and broader than all the others.

It was also decorated with gold and silver motifs along with velvet embedded into the doors held together by what appeared to be diamonds.

Loyd looked at us and opened the door.

“You may go in”

I nodded and took a large breath as I stepped inside. But it was a mistake because I instantly started coughing the moment I entered.

The room was filled with the smell of hundreds of incense sticks burning around, the smoke so dense that I could hardly see what or who was around me.

Killian patted my back while I was fighting for my life already.

“See, it was a good idea to come along”

I was already teary eyed and ran towards the window to throw them open and breathe in some fresh air, but

they were locked.

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“Are you trying to wake up the dead with your loud coughing and banging the windows?” Somebody hissed at me, but even through the smoke, I could identify who the voice belonged to.

“She was just struggling to breathe a little,” Killian answered on my behalf while I looked around to see Nina staring down at me with contempt.

“How are you all not affected by the smoke or smell?” I asked between gasps.

Killian offered a supportive smile.

“You get used to it after a while. And the incense sticks are supposed to purify the air of contamination and possible germs. A must for a sick patient’s room, I dare say.”

He kept patting my back, and gradually I did get accustomed to the smell.

“Get the little witch here, brother. Don’t waste time chitchatting,” I heard another familiar voice and was spared having to reply to Nina.

But then I had to endure an even worse person calling me out.

Martin was seated beside his ailing father, munching on some chips while a maid dressed in a revealing dress kept pouring drinks in his fancy goblet.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, brother,” Killian said, and Martin smiled at the girl standing beside him before giving her butt a squeeze.

I wanted to feel bad for the girl, but she blushed way too hard for her to not like whatever he was doing.

Martin put a handful of chips in his mouth again and mumbled between crunches.

“Oh, of course, I would be beside father during his difficult time and try to provide him comfort”

Martin said, chugging onto the drink and holding his fancy goblet in front of the maid, who quickly filled it up for him.

“Clearly, that is one way to provide comfort to a sick patient”

I nodded much to Martin’s disappointment. He pretended he had not heard me and turned his attention to his brother instead.

“Where were you all this time? Looks like you were busy,” Martin said, though his tone suggested he was mocking his brother for not being around his father.

Killian shrugged. “I got into some scuffle, nothing much”

It was my turn to stare at Killian.

“A scuffle? That wound almost killed you!” I added indignantly.

Why was he playing it off as if it meant nothing?

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