Chapter 82: Chapter 82

“Dakar,” Camper whispered to him and he looked to his best friend.

Before Camper could say anything, the Alpha cleared his throat.

“This meeting was called this urgently because of the unexpected protest that occured just outside this Palace less than an hour ago. We have not had a protest in ages, and the sudden occurrence of this one is a mystery that needs to be solved immediately,” the Alpha spoke up.

The throne room went silent.

“Why is there a sudden revolution against the human concubine...who is just a concubine?” the Alpha questioned.

“Alpha, it is quite certain why there is a revolution against her. She is human, just a human that should not even be allowed to infiltrate the air of the Royal Palace of Remus. Yet, she is rubbing shoulders with the Crowned Prince and even gallivanting with him around and outside the kingdom,” Nobleman Pietro, Minister of the People blurted out.

Dakar sat still in his seat, not even sparing the nobleman a glance.

“The people are scared. We just got back our prince and heir to the throne after losing him for decades. This human girl is evil I tell you. Our enemies have succeeded in bringing her to finally finish off the prince!” Mattio, a man with a ridiculous accent shouted.

“And you believe this prince can be finished off by a human woman?” Camper questioned the nobleman, earning him a downgrading glare.

“Keep your tongue inside your mouth when noblemen are speaking. Just because you are the prince's minion doesn't give you the right to—” Mattio did not get the chance to complete his statement before his voice box was blocked. He tried to talk but his voice didn't come out. He soon figured out the issue wasn't with his voice but was with the air he used to pronounce words. There was no inflow of air, neither an outflow of it. His throat was totally blocked.

He gagged and groaned, his veins popping out of his now reddish face.

Everyone watched with horror as Nobleman Mattio fought for life.

“I don't really appreciate it when my best friend is insulted behind my back, talk more of right in front of me. Have forgotten how I almost left your son crippled after he insulted Camper in front of me, when we were just thirty?”

All eyes turned to Dakar as Mattio fell out of his chair to the ground, gasping for breath. He would not have been this affected if it was just air he didn't have. But no, it was like someone with invisible strong hands was choking him to death.

“Prince Dakar,” the Beta pleaded quietly.

“Dakar,” Camper called too. King Kastor was seated on his throne looking amused at the unfolding events, though he had an inward fear. A fear only he and his Luna ever shared.

Mattio stopped choking on the floor and he took a deep breath like a groan.

“Help him seat,” Dakar ordered. Two guards standing by the wall behind that side of the table rushed to the man and helped him sit down. His face had turned very red, his veins still popped out and sweat had coated his skin like a polish.

He was taking breaths so deep and heavy, that he could suck up the entire oxygen in the throne room.

“Apologise to Camper,” Dakar ordered. The temperature of the room suddenly went low, and a chill breathed against the naked necks of everyone present. Mattio looked up at Camper and took a gulp down, as it swallowing his ego.

“I apologise for the insult. I assure you it won't happen again,” he stated.

“It certainly won't,” Adolphus sniggered. He was seated at the second to the last seat on Dakar's side of the table, and he loved the manifestation that had occured before him. He and Mattio had never been on the same side.

“If we are done showing the ranks of power and authority, may we continue?” King Kastor requested.

“Alpha, I do not think the people are truly rejecting the human. I think someone is behind this. Someone who doesn't want her in the picture,” Beta Federico spoke up.

“So what are you insinuating? That a mere human would be a threat to just someone? Rubbish, no one has that time to consider one human as a threat. It is the people who don't want her as Luna,” LeBlanc argued.

“And what are we going to do? I don't want another protest to disorganize my kingdom.”

Beta Federico bit on his lower lip and took an involuntary glance towards his brother who did not miss it.

“We don't want the human girl as Luna. Assure the people she would never be Luna. That's all. If not, I see a terrible revolution and outburst soon,” Nobleman Pietro, Minister of the People stated. It was obvious he was not on the side of the human girl at all.

“Do you have anything to say about that, Prince Dakar?” King Kastor questioned. All eyes turned to the prince again.

“Fiorella is not a threat to anyone, or to the kingdom. She is not conspiring with anyone or any enemy of ours. And if I decide she is going to be more or less than my concubine some day, my decision would never affect the kingdom.”

“And we should just take your word for it, Prince Dakar? What if this lady is already messing with your mind? I have heard crazy things, very crazy things. You even imprisoned your lifelong betrothed because of a human who made a sudden presence in the kingdom? I must say this, that girl should be watched properly. Or we would all regret the outcome of her presence in this kingdom,” Nobleman Aquarius spurted bitterly.

“That tongue of yours is starting to look even more beautiful, Aquarius.”

“Dakar, calm down,” Camper whispered.

“For peace to reign, I agree that the human girl should be watched. If she is under a hidden surveillance for more than two weeks, and nothing is found tricky around her then we let her stay. If not, she'll be banished immediately,” Federico suggested.

“Any objections to that?” the king asked.

No answer so he nodded.

“We would keep the girl under watch. But nobody outside this room is permitted to know that. And Dakar, don't let her know too. This is a matter of the kingdom and it's wellbeing. Whether or not you agree to what is being said about her, she is still a suspect and we cannot afford to lose our Crowned Prince in any way our enemies might have planned.”

Dakar nodded curtly to the words of his father.

“This meeting is dismissed,” the king announced and they all rose up. He and his guards left first, before Dakar and Camper walked out immediately, leaving the nobleman to gossip with nobility.

Immediately the two friends were out of earshot, Camper turned on Dakar.

“What in the world is going on with you, Prince Dakar?” he questioned with a frown.

Dakar gave him a serpentine smirk.

“Nothing,” he answered and Camper shifted back as one tendril of dark smoke escaped from his best friend towards him.