Chapter 10: 10

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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“ENOUGH!” There was a deafening silence. I recognized that voice. No one dared to move a muscle as all eyes turned to see the Imperial King Erikson, who rarely showed his face or graced anyone with his presence. 


It had been several years since I’d seen him and he had aged, his hair and beard greying. 


“Father,” I murmured in disbelief. 


“Erikson, what are you doing here?” Gregoria asked, taken by surprise. 


“Silence,” he commanded.




“I said silence! Your king speaks!” he shouted.


She immediately shut up and lowered her gaze. “We have much to discuss later, Gregoria,” he stated in a threatening manner. She cowered beneath his glare. 


“Laria, kindly get off your sister,” he directed. 


Laria and Miriam released me and rose to their feet, stepping off to the side as Father approached. He extended his hand to me and I took it uncertainly as he helped me to my feet. 


“My little Pacifica,” he stated with a small smile. “All grown up and covered in dirt. What has happened to your face?” he inquired. 


“Your wife,” I replied bitterly. 


“I will deal with her accordingly,” he stated, brushing the dust off my clothes. 


“What are you doing here?” I asked in disbelief. 


He held out my letter. So Miriam had been successful in getting it delivered to him. 


“So, you’ve taken a husband?” he asked curiously, turning to look at the guards. “Which one is he?” he asked. 


“I cannot see him from here,” I admitted. 


“Call to him,” he commanded. 


“Beckett!” I called as the guards began to disperse. 


He was kneeling on the ground on one knee, propped against his sword, barely conscious. There was a cut above his right eye that was bleeding into his face. Another deep gash above his left knee, on his abdomen, and a deep cut on his side. 


“Beckett!” I called worriedly, running over to him. 


He slowly, unsteadily rose to his feet, dropping his sword as he staggered over to me. “Pacifica, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, examining me from head to toe. He scowled when he saw my bloody nose. 

“I’m in much better shape than you,” I admitted, my eyes filling with tears as I tore a strip of cloth from my cloak and pressed it to the gash above his eye, trying to slow the bleeding. 


“Don’t be mad. Someone had to teach that bitch a lesson,” he stated just above a whisper. He froze when he saw my father. He’d been oblivious to King Erikson’s presence the whole time. 


“My king,” he stated, bowing in respect. His legs gave out and he stumbled, falling to his knees. 


“Any man that can take on ten of my knights and live to tell the tale, is a dangerous man indeed. A worthy man. Take my daughter to Florian with Laria and Prince Dunstan. Do not make any stops along the way. You will be safe there. However, you must never return to Gervaise or you will be charged with high treason and be executed on sight,” he informed. I watched as he picked up Beckett’s sword from where he’d dropped it on the ground.


Approaching Beckett he tapped on each of his shoulders with the tip of his sword. “Rise, Sir William John Beckett, Knight Commander.”


“Sir?” Beckett asked, confused. 


“Rise,” Father commanded. 


Beckett unsteadily rose to his feet as father released his sword back to him. 


“I know that in Florian you can give Pacifica a better life. That is your duty as her husband. Be happy and prosper. I give you my blessing and recognize your marriage. Just try not to die along the way,” he stated with a fleeting smile. 


“Good bye, Pacifica. I do not think we’ll see each other again. I am sorry I never gave you my protection or love. You deserved better. Go with the commander and be free. Farewell my daughter.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of my head before turning quickly on his heels.


Taking Gregoria by her arm, he led her back towards the castle. “We have much to discuss, Gregoria,” I heard him say. 


“Pacifica, Commander Beckett, Miriam, it is time for us to depart,” Laria stated, her husband standing behind her, holding on to her shoulders. 


“I agree, let’s go,” I stated taking one of Beckett’s arms and draping it over my shoulder, supporting him as he hobbled towards the carriage. Miriam took the other arm. 


Beckett fell into the carriage seat and leaned back, his arm draped across the gash on his abdomen. “How long until we reach Florian?” he asked, completely exhausted. 


“Three days, but we’ll be out of the city in two hours. We can stop and treat your wounds once outside of city limits,” I stated. 


“Okay, I’ll try not to die until then,” he stated, closing his eyes and falling unconscious. 


Submitted: November 14, 2021

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