I Bought the exiled king (by Natalie Winter) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143

Chapter 143

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I wildly turned around to see what the source of news was. Apparently, a fight had broken out and people had resorted to violence.

Martin being his usual impatient self, tried to lunge at Maelyn who kept on spilling whatever truth she knew about him, enraging him.

As a result, the two sides, one supporting him and the other supporting her broke out into a physical fight.

I looked at Nina, who saw the violence and dashed away from the room to safety, leaving the King all by himself.

And when I looked around, I noticed nobody in particular was even aware of this escalating violence could

hurt him.

My gaze flicked from him to the small opening that had shown up between the formation of guards as they leapt forward to help their soon to be king, Martin.

I doubted if anybody was paying attention to the King or if Martin would send guards to shield his father.

I hesitated for a second. On one hand, I could quickly slip through the chaos unnoticed and free Killian. Only the Goddess knew in what condition would I find him.

But then I also could not leave the King here to die.

After looking around for a while, I decided to take matters into my own hands and pulled the King up in a sitting position.

“I am sorry but I might be a little rough when lifting you up and dragging you elsewhere. Are you okay with that?”

I realized I should have used the proper honorifics but there was no time.

So I pushed his legs down towards the floor in an attempt to make him stand up, but his legs could not carry his weight after being in a sleeping position all these days.

As a result, he began to fall down but I grabbed him by the arm and threw it upon my shoulder.

He began to cough and wheeze, and I could hear a strangled noise as he took a shaky breath.

“I am sorry” I muttered, realizing this is not how I should treat a patient.

But it was better than leaving him here to get trampled on by these maniacs.

He shook his head weakly and I began dragging him away from the mayhem. But the fight had escalated and knives and vases were flying around.

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Chapter 143

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People were throwing whatever they could and the guards had pulled out swords. I also thought I saw fur ripple amidst the chaos.

Somebody had shifted into their true Lycan or werewolf form, and a scream resounded through the hall.

That followed by a splatter of blood all around, and my eyes grew wide. Martin had pulled out some sword from the wall and sunk it deep into one of the convoy members of King Beric.

As a result, King Beric grew furious and launched himself at Martin.

It was absolutely chaotic but luckily nobody was noticing me so I looked around to spot the safest route.

I had barely dragged the King away from the bed when something came flying towards me. I got hit by a stray metal vase that was aimed at someone else and it attacked my shoulder with blunt force.

For the first time, I was grateful for the hideous robe Martin had made me wear because it offered some protection against the incoming attacks.

“You…should….go…..alone” The King said between raspy breaths, each racking his ribcage like the air was scraping his ribcage like a piece of sharp metal.

“No, you are coming with me!” I said, and kept dragging him with me.

I tried entering the nearest passageway, but the moment I stepped towards it, something blocked my exit.

This time it was not some item but a man who had been hurled to the side and whacked against the passageway wall.

I stopped dead short and that made the King’s already frail body slam against mine. The man who had crashed against the wall had his splattered on the wall and blood gushed out of his body as he slowly slipped down to thump on the ground.

I didn’t wait to watch that sickening sight and somehow managed to step through the path that was now filling up with his blood pooling around his body rapidly.

He was splayed across the carpet, staining it crimson but I didn’t have the heart to watch it. I simply looked back at the King and tried to pull him towards me but he shook his head again.

His eyes were staring around in horror, and he looked back at Martin, who was lashing around like a maniac.

Martin had just snuck another knife in someone’s back, and when he pulled it out, his face was sprayed with blood that he didn’t bother wiping off.

That was when his gaze landed on us, his father specifically. The King looked at him with an expression that broke my heart.

Despite his son’s blatant efforts to kill him, his father was still looking at him hopefully, still hoping that his son would stop this madness and rush to his aid.

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