THE WISE KING

The king was ushered by a guard. He can detect that the council's faces were not smiling.

The guard ushered him to a seat and departed.

The King looked around. The council hasn’t even mumbled any utterance or paid respect to him in acknowledgment of his arrival.

Unlike before where they will conceal their hatred and welcome him.

He looked around old faces but different characters.

They were all old men except a few. They were eleven in numbers. Their head hasn’t arrived or likely he was somewhere but was meditating, according to his rites before he could preside over the council.

King Alfred figured out that some of the members of the counsels don’t like him one bit.

They had preferred his elder but exiled brother because he usually haggled illegally and tipped them.

Prince Aaron, his elder brother, was one of the architects of the undercover guards. He was a peddler of drugs. He operated openly and freely.

He was one of their mafia Lords. A lord which everyone highly feared.

Their father had rejected his birth. Prince Aaron perpetrated a lot of crimes.

The one that had him evicted was that he murdered his girlfriend with his hand and stripped her head.

He had shot a video himself doing so and publicized it around with a caption “MY GIRLFRIEND OFFEND ME SO I BEHEADED HER”

It was demoralizing. The head of the council had gotten so fierce. That he sent for the king, their father.

Their father and the council head had ratified the pact, they called the head of the operation of the FBI, they had approved a pact imposing it into law to depicted him off any title with the royal family, he should never step feet In the soul of Arista

They had exiled him into Africa as a commoner.

He wasn’t repented and had sworn to get back to them.

Prince Alex, his junior brother was elected a week later as the heir.

The controversy was fulfilled. Within a month, the king and the FBI boss were murdered. Their assailants were never comprehended.

Everyone knew that it was the work of prince Aaron and the undercover guards.

They rummaged for prince Aaron for years but it was all futile.

They scanned for fingerprints that would signify if he was in Arista but they got none.

Words went around that his slain girlfriend had a bastard daughter for him.

They searched for the daughter but it was also futile.

Since then, his case was impenetrable. Nobody heard about him and his alleged daughter.

To everybody, they never existed.

The presence of the head of the council enhanced the atmosphere. Those who were frailing their faces before were now glowing with smiles, not a genuine smile but a decoy one.

The head of the council was a very biased man. He had a personal precipitate that obtains esteem for him.

He walked in with the aid of a cane. They all paid respect to him.

He sat down on the central seat in which six members of the council were at the left while the others were at the right side. The King faced the head of the council.

There was a short grace by him.

He stared at the council members from the left side to the right side and lastly to king Alex.

He cleared his throat.

“King Alex, we summoned you today for a very crucial issue. It is all about your eldest son who is the heir to the throne. If you could reflect you will release that we the council don’t condone any criminal activities perpetrated by the royals. The royals may be of power. We were assigned to curb such power and it includes murdering an innocent soul," he hesitated. As he looked around trying to observe whether they were paying attention to him

After having been convinced of their attention.

He proceeded.

“The report of the murder by the prince whether true or false isn’t accepted neither. The royal family should strive to build a prominence that the world will regard with honor. We, the council, conceded that if the prince doesn’t vindicate his name within seven days, we will relinquish him as the heir and we will bestow the post to his junior brother," the head of the council said.

The other members of the council nodded in affirmation.

The King cleared his throat.

“All respects to all protocol reserved, I am all cognizant of the laws for the royals. I will assure you that the prince will vindicate his name of such a magnificent crime as asserted by you. But if we should glimpse further. The prince hasn’t been recorded or robbed in a crime before. So why are we so hastily in a verdict on this issue? Is there any lopsided In the council who yearn for him to be discarded so hastily?. To be candid, it was so disgruntled for the council that they couldn't rightfully veto the heir for just one time,” the king said.

Just then one of the palace guards rushed in.

“With due respect, to the council. I just want to notify the king that the prince house is currently under invasion by the undercover guard,“ the guard said.

They were all aghast. Their mouths were wide open.

“Where is the prince?” the king asked.

“He was with the FBI,” the guard said.

"Can you all observe, the prince was responsible for the shooting agreed, then why is he under attack by the undercover guards?. We all recognized that those guards attack only those who were against their criminal activities,” the king said.

“Don’t begin your oration, how conclusive are you that the prince hasn’t joined those illicit guards?” one of the council said.

“It is factual, even if he hasn’t joined, why did he evacuate alone with innumerable guards at his disposal?. Is he not originating another undercover guard?” another said

The King laughed hysterically. The council was astounded except for their head.

“Addison, clear your mind out of that because you are just babbling nonsense. The Prince is a grown-up, he retains a right to live anywhere he so wishes, so don’t drive into his personal affairs, as for possessing innumerable bodyguards, you can write a petition to the FBI to have him a charge. If not, never attempt to surge into his life. You have your owns," the king said, he swerved to the council and stormed out.

The King was dismayed. He phoned the palace guards to back up the prince.

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The prince stood at the entrance of the FBI building waiting for his escaped guards and Ana.

He was communicating with them on the telecast.

"Where are you now?" Lucas said over the earphone he plunged on his head.

"Where around Aristo's Lane. We are in a hot chase by the undercover guards," Elvis yelled so he can hear.

"Just keep driving faster, the FBI had sent a backup, they will get to you soon," Lucas said. There was a gunshot.

"Try to lower your head, safety first," Lucas said.

He was frustrated. His mind was only on Ana's safety.