Leon’s POV
It was the day after the King died, and the atmosphere across the entire place felt off in a way that was hard to ignore.
News of his death had already reached early on, and it didn’t take long before people in my company started putting things together.
Honestly, I didn’t need their guesses or conclusions.
I already had my own.
The Queen.
That conclusion ca to almost naturally, like sothing that had been sitting in the back of my mind even before everything happened. It just fit too well.
The problem was everything that ca after that.
How did she do it? Why did she do it?
Those were the parts that didn’t line up cleanly. A few possible answers floated around in my head, brushing past each other without settling into anything solid. It felt like I was close to understanding, like I could almost reach it if I stretched just a little further, but it kept slipping away.
Sothing about it was starting to make sense, just not enough to call it clear.
For now, all I could really do was wait and see how things unfolded.
"Well, sounds like this is going to turn into a pretty ssy situation," I muttered under my breath.
At the sa ti, Maya and Anne were busy between my legs, licking along my dick like they had all the ti in the world. Their tongues moved slowly at first, then more confidently, their saliva coating everything as they worked together without needing to say a word to each other.
The contrast between my thoughts and what they were doing almost made laugh.
Almost.
The pleasure, though, made it hard to focus on anything else. It crept up on fast, building in a way that made my body react before I could even think straight. My toes curled without aning to, and a quiet breath slipped out of as I tried to keep myself steady.
Every movent felt precise, like they knew exactly where to focus, how much pressure to use, when to slow down and when to push further. It was almost unfair how well they rembered my cock, like they had it mapped out in their heads.
It felt like my whole body was being dragged upward, like I was about to float straight through the ceiling if this kept going.
I didn’t last much longer after that.
I ca, and the white fluid spilled out, landing across their faces while I finished myself off, my hand moving in ti with everything they had already set up. My breathing ca out uneven, and I had to take a mont just to settle back down.
***
Even with everything pointing to the Queen, I chose not to tell Myrcella.
That decision wasn’t made lightly.
A part of felt like this situation could push her forward, give her the drive she needed to finally take the throne for herself. The Queen might be the one holding the reins right now, but that didn’t an she was fit to lead.
She had never really ruled before.
Thinking about it, her entire presence had always been more for appearance than anything else. She stood beside the King, added to his image, and made everything look more complete. During important events, she rarely spoke, and when she did, it was brief and controlled.
She had always been quiet.
That kind of role didn’t prepare soone to rule an entire kingdom.
Even so, none of that explained why she would go as far as killing him. That part kept bothering . No matter how many angles I looked at, it just didn’t sit right.
Which was exactly why I decided to face her directly.
"Your Highness," I said, keeping my tone steady. "Do you have a mont? I’d like to speak with you, if that’s alright. It won’t take long."
"It’s fine," she replied without hesitation. "It’s you, Leon. I don’t think I have any reason to refuse."
That answer ca a little too easily.
Anyone else in her position would have been cautious. I was asking for her ti alone, away from everyone else. That alone could’ve been a red flag. She could’ve easily suspected sothing, even sothing as simple as trying to get close enough to harm her.
Still, she trusted enough to agree.
That alone said sothing.
We made our way to her room, and the mont I stepped inside, the scent hit . Lavender. It was slled soft, clean, and calm. It lingered in the air without being overwhelming, giving the space a quiet kind of warmth.
It suited her.
There was sothing about it that carried a sense of maturity too, sothing that matched a woman in her forties without needing to say it out loud.
"What is it, Leon?" she asked, gesturing lightly for to sit.
I took the seat across from her, the small table between us acting as a thin line that separated our sides. It wasn’t much, but it felt like enough to mark the distance.
"I’ll get straight to the point," I said, eting her gaze. "I want to know why you poisoned the King."
The shift in her expression was subtle, but it was there.
Her smile, which had been warm just monts ago, tightened slightly, turning into sothing more complicated. Not quite regret, not quite amusent. Sowhere in between.
"Well... I guess you figured it out," she said softly. "To be honest, I was already expecting you would."
"Oh, I see..." I replied, leaning back just a little.
That confird it more than anything else could have that she was going to be find out eventually, and she knew that.
"Have you ever heard the phrase, ’there’s a reason for everything’?" she asked.
It was sothing I had heard countless tis back on Earth. People used it for everything, sotis seriously, sotis just to sound like they knew what they were talking about.
Here, though, it wasn’t sothing I heard often.
"It’s sothing the Goddess Jeanne used to say quite often," she continued. "Like the heroes, she ca from another world."
Given everything I had heard about Jeanne, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots. If she used that phrase, then there was a good chance she ca from the sa place I did.
"I used to think that people sotis act without any reason," she went on, her voice calm and steady. "But at the sa ti, if that were true, then there would be no reason for them to act at all. It becos a contradiction when you think about it."
"I don’t believe you killed the King on a whim," I said.
She looked at directly, her eyes steady, almost searching.
For a brief mont, the room felt quieter than before.
"The King wanted to die," she said.
Her voice didn’t waver.
"That’s all there is to it."
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