Andre saw the eyes of his mother and his heart seemed to weaken. A part of him got broken and he couldn't look on but turned his gaze away.
He hadn't really met her in the real sense, but he was so familiar with those eyes of hers, and he felt he was staring into his own eyes through the mirror.
“You are now threatening your own father? I didn't expect a day like this to come when a son that I carried in my womb would look into his father's eyes and talk back at him.
He not only talked back at his father but threatened him before me, how dare you, Andre, how dare? What is our sin, what have we done to deserve this level of humiliation from you.
No one dares to talk to the prince of Ashanti Kingdom and not get beheaded or at the least, thrown into the dungeon. But because he is your father, you think you can violate his orders?
Go ahead, do whatever you want to do. Why do you have to break someone's bones when you can drive a bullet straight into their skull. If you don't have a gun, I'll give you one, my own gun,it is licensed.
Go ahead and shoot them all. We were wrong to have thought of birthing a son like you. We didn't expect that what we will give birth to is a son that will defy us someday. Your sister Isabella is waiting for you, she couldn't even sleep despite having health issues because of the joy of seeing her own brother.
Your grandparents suspended every royal activity and wouldn't put on their royal robes from the moment that we heard about your existence, that you're alive and not dead.
The entire Ashanti Kingdom awaits the return of their prince and father couldn't hide his excitement knowing that he has an heir, a grown son of his, and I, how can I express my joy, that my son is alive.
I had carried him in my womb for nine months, laboured in pain and almost lost my life to give birth to him. I had cried secretly for many years thinking I lost my baby, the first fruit of our matrimony. I had prayed at the tomb of a child that was not mine for many years.
I had taken flowers there and kept organising a memorial ceremony in honour of the prince who died after he was born. And suddenly, I realised that he was not dead. How can I hide my joy?
I was the happiest of them all. Your father and I were the happiest. And we had no rest until we were able to find you. But after listening to your open denial, I felt like puking blood. Are you even my son?
Why didn't he have a bit of his father's calm and loving heart? Not a bit of his parents' genes in him? You aren't anything like your father, his quiet and easy nature despite him being a prince.
You're nothing like us, Andre. No matter how far you were separated from us, you can't possibly change your DNA right? The blood in your system hasn't been drained and replaced with that of wild animals, am I right?
I won't go back to tell my father, his royal Highness, King Bashmal Kamal that his heir has lost humanity in him. He no longer has his blood and refuses to acknowledge him as his father.
I won't watch my father die with a broken heart. Neither will I let my mother feel lost, unable to have a son to present as an heir to father. You see, I won't go back to deliver such a message to them, because I don't carry negativity in my bloodstream.
Your sister, how can I watch my only daughter drool in disappointment. She was an only child and shared my pain whenever I thought about her brother. How can I watch her sob afresh, how can I?
Her joy of having a brother finally getting shattered. It is a shame that we left all and came to find you. You have humiliated our personality. We are royals and we left everything and came for you, what do we get in return?
Denial!
You want to leave, go! Get out, I'll plead with your father to have his men released you, but I will curse the day you were born. It would have been better that I miscarried the pregnancy then.
Why didn't you die and be born as stillbirth? What's the use of having a son that will look into your eyes one day and refuse you. We are royals, rather than see my parents suffer in their old age because of you, I'll have to adopt a son and have a surgery done on him to make him your lookalike.
You want to go, now get out of our sight and the next time I see you, you would wish…” Charlotte was saying amidst tears when Camella said “No your majesty, don't complete your statement…”
She walked over and bowed before her majesty. Alice and herself heard what princess Charlotte said and they were broken. If indeed, Andre walked away, the couple will do exactly what they said and he will regret his actions forever.
“Yeah I only listen to my wife. You can go Andre, we don't need you anymore. We have lost a son indeed, and despite trying to make him come alive in our lives and home, he refused to be awakened, remaining dead to us.
Now, get out. I must confess it hurts me to lose you for the second time, but I can't do anything about it. My wife has spoken, and so shall her words come to pass. You are free to go, "Prince Clifford declared.
“If you walk out of that door, I promise you that I will commit suicide” Alice Torello threatened.
Andre turned abruptly to glance at his mother, dazed and so did the Royal couple. They saw the determination in her eyes and everyone turned speechless.
“And I will definitely lose all my respect and love for you as well. You are surrounded by those who truly love you and you still cannot see it?” Camella stuttered, her gaze fixed on him.
Andre sighed helplessly, and massaged his temple. At that moment, he could only feel his temple blank and his grievances gone. He turned gently and stared at his mother, Princess Charlotte's face for a long time.
He took a step closer and gently pulled a handkerchief from his chest pocket and cleaned her tears, carefully tucking a strand of her hair backwards and hugged her.
“Mother!” He said in a whisper-like tone. That was enough to break their emotions.