His Sweet Little Mate by Obticeo Decatect

True to her words, Abby really marched to the great hall, as Deion gathered all the warriors in the palace, guards included, to follow their queen.

"Abby, you just woke up. I don't think you should exert yourself like this. Alan is already there. He can deal with the former king." Mirella frowned hard, feeling Abby didn't need to step in herself when she was still healing from a life threatening wound. "Yes, Abby, please reconsider your health, don't be too hard on yourself," Nadia completely agreed with the witch as she too tried to persuade Abby. "You should focus on recovering and also your newborn baby." Mirella was really concerned.

"No, guys. While I agree I probably need more rest, confronting Arthur is a more pressing issue." Abby said to them, her voice unhurried as Alyssa tied up her now waist length hair into a half bun. "I know Alan could deal with him for me just fine. But how many times? Eventually, I have to face him, so why don't I just do it today?" Mirella couldn't find any fault with her reasoning. "But what if things go south?"

"Well, let's hope I have enough muscle power to back me up." Abby gestured to the door, where Deion was waiting with the warriors under Alan and Dax.

And she made sure to make good use of the said muscle power, because she didn't enter the great hall alone, as Deion followed her until she reached the throne, where Arthur was sitting now, along with a bunch of elite warriors.

It had the desired effect when gasps rang out in the great hall, before Arthur seethed in fury. "What is the meaning of this? Are you challenging the throne?"

He really thought he had all the authority to hog the throne, didn't he? Abby felt like scoffing seeing his reaction, but she managed to school her expression as she had this blank yet cold gaze in her eyes instead.

"In what world do one need to challenge their own position?" Abby asked, seeming genuinely confused with Arthur's outburst.

"Then what do you call your actions now? Isn't it rebelling against the crown?"

"Look clearly, former king Arthur, ain't I wearing my crown?" Abby taunted him openly now, pointing at her own head, where her crown was sitting, a sight nothing but glaring in the former king's eyes. Enjoying the book? Don't forget to visit J o bni b.com for the full experience. You won't find the next complete chapter anywhere else. "As per my actions, I simply came to reclaim my position as the queen of this kingdom."

Her words were neither servile nor overbearing, but the former king felt his face burning with the invisible slap Abby dealt him with all the same.

so after I woke up I rushed here to relieve you of this burden." Abby said as she looked Arthur in the eyes, as if challenging him to deny her words, which if he did, would only put him on the spot. "So, isn't it time you step down and go back to your own seat, now that I'm back?" Abby asked, still looking calm while Arthur began shaking in his place. "Let's not give the

those warriors a reason to put their hands on him? Arthur felt

it left Arthur no room to retaliate. For effect, she even held up hand as if to stop the

needed every little assistance she could make use of while recuperating. He even implied she

behind her were not for show. If Arthur didn't know what was good for him, she wouldn't hesitate to lose violence.

other hand, Arthur knew it was an undisguised threat, after all, he wasn't born yesterday to misunderstand Abby's intention and think she was actually trying to save his face

only exposed all of Arthur's intentions, his thoughts he oh so tried to conceal under nonchalant comments and masked agreeance having

lifting his head, he could tell what was running through the minds of the councilors, who had very patiently fallen silent

right. It's a good thing you are back." Arthur managed to grit out as he looked behind the woman, where Deion and the few elite warriors sported this blank look mirroring Abby's

didn't go as she planned, and if he let things go that far, it would not just be his face

herself, and Arthur had

her, and after the humiliation he faced, doing that

in time before anyone could notice. But of course, Abby wasn't naive to think Arthur would accept this defeat just because she proved to him she was a worthy opponent

expressing concern over her health when Abby finally

important than my health, my friends." Abby said, almost cringing inwardly for addressing these old men as friends. But it was

she meant, she opened her mouth again. "It's been two days since the prince has been born, but because of some unpleasant interventions, you guys haven't got a chance to meet mine and Micah's first born." Everyone had this awkward look on their faces

time to dwell on whatever they were feeling as she continued to speak her mind. "But, you don't have to feel bad about it. I

door opened again, where they all could see a palace maid walk in with a baby

made her way to the queen with the prince in her arms, something really distinguished. It was as good as an introduction ceremony, even though the warriors solemnly bowing to her son