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.

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 warriors behind me any reason to put their

giving those warriors a reason to put their hands on him? Arthur felt his whole body shake with

held up hand as if to stop

assistance she could make use of while recuperating. He even implied she needed to rest

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

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

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

the minds of the councilors, who had

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

her carried the promise of violence if things didn't go as she planned, and if he

outperform herself, and Arthur had to accept defeat for now, as he

to her, which would have included him bowing to her, and after the humiliation he faced, doing that would only be him hitting a new

at you, woman. You are naive if you think this would be the end of it. He swore to himself as he returned to his seat beside Emile's, his former royal gamma, who was also sporting a furious glare, which he masked 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

started expressing concern over

my health, my friends." Abby said, almost cringing inwardly for

chance to meet mine and Micah's first born." Everyone had this awkward look on their faces when she said 'interventions, especially people supporting Arthur to take back the throne.

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 took this chance to bring him in front of you." Abby then addressed someone standing near the door. "Let my people

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

of the red carpet, as Alyssa made her way to the queen with the prince in her arms, something really distinguished. It was as good as an introduction