The King's Mistress

Chapter 200: Protect Your King!

Cedric still had the grin on his face and she was going to wipe it off him. Just as the throne room doors burst open, Sierra released her hands from the ropes. She lunged herself at Cedric with no weapons.

Her hand was curled into a fist and she punched him in the face. The look of horror he had just moments before her fist made contact was something she would never forget. She savored that moment. freewebnovel.cσ๓

Her punch broke his nose. She could hear the crunch of the broken bones. The pain-filled cry that came after was proof of the strength of her force. She did not hold back.

"You broke my nose! You broke my nose!" Cedric was so wrapped up in his own injuries, he did not realize the throne room was now filled with Bancroft family soldiers.

When he realized it was too late. He began to panic. He turned to Alistair.

"What are you standing there for you fool? Protect your King!" He yelled at him as he scrambled to his feet.

As Cedric cowardly ran to hide behind Alistair, thinking he would offer him protection, Alistair grinned. He spun around and kicked Cedric in the stomach region, causing him to fly across the throne room, hitting one of the marble pillars.

The force of the impact caused him to spit out blood. Alistair removed his disguise, allowing it to fall to the ground as the look of horror grew increasingly twisted on Cedric’s face.

Alistair did not even give him a second glance. Cedric was nothing to him. Alistair walked over to Sierra and placed his hand on her face gently.

"Are you alright, sweetling? Does it still hurt?" He asked as he gently touched the bright red patch on her cheek from where Cedric had slapped her.

The pain in his heart was indescribable. Remembering how the false king kicked his beloved made his blood boil.

"I’m alright, I’m alright," she reassured him with a smile.

Though she was still feeling the pain from the injuries, she did not want him to worry.

"What... what is the meaning of this?" Cedric spat as he looked at everything that had unfolded before him.

He turned to look on in shock at the Bancroft family soldiers who’d burst into the castle. Leading them was Lord Finnian. He was in full battle armor, ready to take on any danger that was about to be thrown at them.

"Hah! Bancroft soldiers! Protect your King!" Cedric yelled.

Lord Finnian did not even look at him. He walked straight up to Sierra and knelt before her. Cedric was stunned. His mouth was wide open in shock. The Bancrofts was a proud and ancient house. They’d never seen Sierra positively despite her being Leon’s adopted daughter.

When they appeared in the throne room, he’d had a glimmer of hope perhaps they were here to protect the crown. But now it was clear. They were not on his side. They would never be on his side.

"What are your orders, Sierra?" Lord Finnian asked.

"Arrest Cedric the usurper at once," Sierra ordered in a calm and collected tone.

"As you wish," Lord Finnian replied before getting back up to his feet.

He and the soldiers with him got to work at once. Cedric was still in complete disbelief at what was unfolding. None of the other soldiers, guards, or ministers who were in the throne room moved to help him. In fact, most raised their hands to surrender at once, hoping for the mercy of the Bancroft soldiers.

But he refused to give up. He’d had everything in his grasp, everything he ever wanted. Cedric was not about to give up so easily. After all, he himself was a general by training. A conniving one, but he was still a stubborn man.

"Assassins! Protect your master!" Cedric yelled.

A cold shiver ran down Sierra’s spine. She knew what he was calling for. From the shadows, assassins clad all in black appeared with their weapons drawn. They approached the soldiers who’d held Cedric and slayed them where they stood.

Alistair returned Sierra’s twin swords to her. He’d been holding onto them for her since she had to enter the throne room unarmed. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear.

"Go get him, sweetling."

Sierra grinned as she drew her twin swords from their sheaths. She lunged forward at lightning speed. A cold hard glare replaced her usual fiery gaze. She did not give any chances for the assassins to react. With ease, she slaughtered them.

They all fell one after another, there were no survivors. But Cedric was slipping away. He used his assassins as human shields and cover, making his way back to the throne and pulled on a secret lever. Just as Sierra caught up to him, he fell through the trap door that opened.

Sierra was about to give chase but Alistair came up behind her. He held onto her and pulled her back.

"Not now, my love. It’s too dangerous," he whispered soothingly, knowing it would not be enough to quell her rage but it was the best he could do.

It was clearly a trap. If Sierra gave chase, she might not make it back out alive. Sierra leaned against Alistair, her heart was still pounding in her chest. Blood slid down her blades as she regained her composure. She closed her eyes and allowed the sound of his heartbeat to lull her back to calm.

She tilted her head to the side, resting her cheek in his arm for a few moments before turning back to face him.

Just as she was about to speak, Lord Finnian came up from behind, "What are your orders now, Sierra?"

Everyone was looking at her. Even the guards who’d surrendered, the servants who were cowering in fear. The Throne Room was so quiet she could hear her own breathing. Sierra looked over to Alistair, looking to him for support.

Alistair reached out and held onto her hand, squeezing it tightly. He didn’t need to say a word, she knew what he was trying to tell her. He was going to be by her side no matter what came next.