The piercing sobs of princess Charlotte suddenly ignited an emotion in everyone. Queen Farah started sobbing quietly from one end and princess Diamond, prince Jamal’s wife sniffled, afraid to let her sob be loud.
She's the wife of the monster who whisked someone's child away. Where does she hide her face henceforth? The only grandson the royal family would have was whisked away by her husband. She'd always known he was evil but didn't expect that he would go to this extent.
Princess Charlotte had gone down on her knees and buried her face in her husband's chest sobbing aloud. Prince Clifford's hand had formed a fist, his countenance had changed to a vengeful one and his eyes were red like coals capable of lighting a cigarette.
“Mom..” Princess Isabella sobbed. Her tears weren't much different from her mother's. For many years, her mom was still sobbing secretly for the death of her brother. She was born a year later after her brother's death but that didn't appease her at all.
How can she be deprived of her son only to realise that her brother-in-law took him away. How can he hate her parents so much? How can he not consider the royal family in his deed? How can he be so selfish?
She tried pulling her mother up but she couldn't. Then she knelt beside her mom and held her father too. “Dad..please…where is my brother now? …My mom is going to hurt herself after this discovery. My …brother.. Father, do something…” Princess Isabella sobbed.
Prince Clifford's heart was beating faster now, the two most important people to him were sobbing on his thighs. On one hand is Charlotte his wife and the other is Isabella his daughter. How can he remain calm at this point, how can he?
Queen Farah glanced at the direction where her youngest son sat with his family. Clifford had always been a calm son from childhood. He is not rash and unlike Jamal, he is the kindest of her sons.
She couldn't bear to see the scene there. Charlotte was broken, her sob was louder than a mother who lost a grown up son. She was pouring out her pain and it's unrestricted. And Isabella isn't helping at all. She is sobbing so loud as well, her parents son was whisked away, her brother was severed from his own family.
She glanced at her husband, the king's hands were shivering. He was tense. This is a shock. Everyone was surprised. No one ever expected that the royal family had a devil for its crown prince. She gently placed her hand on her husband's hands to calm him, amidst her tears.
King Bashmal raised his head and glanced at his wife. They lost a grandson. Jamal is the reason he'd always been sad all these years. The absence of a grandson was a threat to his throne and it was all because of Jamal.
Princess Miranda glanced at her dad. He is an evil man. She loved him very much but he turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. He had ruined them all. Her mother and herself are nothing anywhere in the Kingdom.
Hearing the loud sobs of her aunt and cousin, she didn't know when a lone tear dropped from her eye. She was two years old when her uncle had his son. She'd been married for five years now, and she had no child. She'd only return to the palace because her dad was sick and needed to stay close to her mother.
“I'm really sorry. I have hurt everyone. Please forgive me princess Charlotte…” Prince Jamal was pleading when Prince Clifford interrupted him. His gaze was piercing and his presence was emanating a compressing aura.
He kept quiet. A glance at his brother and he looked away quickly, he isn't going to gaze at him anymore. His eyes were going to skin him alive. His sick body shivered and a coldness descended on him.
Prince Clifford gently rose up, carefully pulling himself free from his wife and daughter's gaze. He moved a step and the next when his father said “don't contaminate your clean hands by touching the decaying body of that bastard, Clifford” King Bashmal instructed and he paused.
“Yes, father. You are right. This fool here has touched me in a place that would never get healed but I shouldn't touch his cursed body, "Prince Clifford declared with a sneer.
“Where is my son, Jamal?” Prince Clifford thundered and Jamal almost dropped down paralysed by the terror in his tone. Everyone jolted at his voice and for the first time since she started sobbing, Princess Charlotte cleaned her tears.
“I don't know Clifford. I let the poor couple take him far away from here and paid them off. I don't know if he is dead or alive” Prince Jamal explained.
He had the poor couple sent away from the Ashanti country entirely. He cannot say exactly where they are or what has happened to the little prince. All he knew was that the dead baby was not theirs and their son was alive back then.
“You sent my son away from this kingdom, from his family and from me, his father. And you feel no remorse about it for twenty eight years? You went about with a dead conscience and knew that my blood and flesh was missing out and you kept mute about it?” Prince Clifford thundered.
“I don't care about anything right now, I just want my son back. I want my baby back into my life and nothing more” Princess Charlotte added.
“I can't imagine that I gave birth to you Jamal. How can I have conceived a serpent and thought he is a son. You hate your brother so much and it brews jealousy and hatred in you that you could hurt your own nephew, your own blood and flesh?
Clifford was not responsible for you not having a son before him. You were married and had a daughter of two years old before he got married and had his first child. Are you in any way angry with him for this?
And now, you don't know where the prince is. You didn't keep track of his whereabouts and that's exactly what you want,he should be lost forever and never find his way back to his family and this kingdom.
You don't deserve to be the crown prince. You have no mercy or kindness and how can you sit on the throne of your fathers with this evilness in you? How can you?” Queen Farah scolded.