Chapter 199 Make Her Beg
Cassian’s breathing hitched. He did not care about the blood soaking into the grass or the filth on the ground. He bent down immediately and gathered Elowen into his arms with impossible gentleness.
“Ella,” he said softly, steadying her, “tell me exactly what happened.”
“It was… it was His Highness…”
She had cried for too long. The words broke apart in her throat. “He told them to… to kill Ember…”
Cassian lifted his head. His gaze turned sharp and freezing as it locked onto Alaric.
Alaric’s unease had already reached its limit. Inside, every instinct screamed at him to run. Run now. But his legs would not move.
“He made me beg him…” Elowen choked on the words. “He made me get down… and beg…”
Cassian froze for a fraction of a second. He turned back to her. “He made you get down and beg?”
Her eyes were blurred with tears. She nodded. “I begged him. I got down and begged him. But he still… he still… right in front of me… he killed my… my Ember…”
Cassian’s face went completely dark. Something violent moved in his eyes.
“Wait for me,” he said quietly.
He brushed his thumb gently across her tear–streaked cheek, then released her and stood.
He walked toward Alaric.
His expression was colder than anyone had ever seen. No anger on the surface. No shouting. His eyes were pitch black and merciless. He looked at Alaric as if he were already dead.
Alaric felt a chill crawl up his spine. He forced himself to step back
“You made Elowen get down and beg you?” Cassian’s voice was low, almost calm.
“No,” Alaric said quickly, forcing composure. “Uncle, listen to me. At the time it was-”
“You made her cry like this.”
Cassian’s jaw tightened. “Alaric, are you looking to die?”
“Uncle-”
The word never finished. Cassian’s fist came fast and brutal.
Alaric was completely unprepared. The force sent him stumbling back and crashing to the ground. His head rang. For a moment, everything went blank.
And it was not over.
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Chapter 199 Make Her Beg
By the time Alaric managed to push himself up, Cassian was already walking toward him again.
Instinct took over. Alaric turned and tried to scramble away.
Cassian stepped down hard on his back, forcing him flat against the ground.
He bent, grabbed him by the collar, flipped him over, and drove another punch straight into his face.
Then another.
And another.
Cassian’s face was iron–hard. His fists came down again and again, the dull, heavy sound of impact echoing across the grounds.
Everyone watched. Not one person dared intervene.
This is the Duke of Duskmoor. And he is beyond furious. Who dares step in front of him?
Only Daphne reacted differently. Her eyes shifted, calculating. She turned toward Elowen.
Elowen was still sitting on the ground, holding Ember’s body in her arms. The horse’s warmth was fading. She did not move. She did not speak. She simply watched Cassian beat Alaric, her face blank.
“Your Grace, please stop His Grace,” Daphne urged as she stepped closer. “If something happens to the Crown Prince, His Grace will face consequences.”
Elowen did not respond.
“It was just a horse,” Daphne said sharply, resentment rising in her voice, “Was it really worth this?”
Elowen did not even blink.
Daphne clenched her fists. There was nothing she could do.
If Elowen would not speak, no one could stop Cassian.
At first, Alaric’s groans were loud, broken cries of pain. Gradually they weakened. Then they faded to almost nothing.
Cassian did not stop.
“Cassian.” Theodric’s voice cut through the air, sharp and alarmed. “What do you think you’re doing?”
For the sake of Theodric, Cassian finally delivered one last punch and let Alaric go.
He rose to his feet and gave a brief bow. “Whatever punishment you see fit, I will accept.”
Theodric looked baffled and angry. “Punishment? You haven’t even told me why you nearly beat Alaric to death.”
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