Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress-Chapter 31: The Lady Does Not Back Down

Lady Karina knew very well that her dear friend would not find peace until she found out what had become of her son.

The woman was bordering on pure madness, and in such a state she was bound to resort to recklessness.

Lady Drosera looked at her friend with wide, fearful eyes.

And the dark grief she could see in them, nearly tore Lady Karina apart.

Now, all the guilt of earlier she had tried to bury came crashing down on her.

What had she been thinking when she allowed a man like Van Merikh to kiss her till she was weak in the knees?

She must have undoubtedly lost her mind to madness just as Lady Drosera did.

Furious, and empowered, Lady Karina whirled towards the narrow flight of stairs that led up to the hall.

"Send up the refreshments,"" she snapped, glancing over her shoulder briefly. "You ladies will distract Van Merikh's men with food and drink while I consult him."

One way or another, even if it killed her, she would bring peace to her friend's heart and mind.

The female servants were startled by her sharp tone but they obeyed, picking up the heavy serving trays and following.

Lady Drosera stood in the middle of the kitchen, tears streaming down her face, wondering if her visible grief had just condemned her friend to a painful death.

Orpheus Van Merikh was a brute who wouldn't dare tolerate insolence.

No one had ever made demands of him and escaped his wrath.

Yet Lady Karina had done so in the past.

Perhaps the man would grant her mercy one last time and inform her of a young boy's last resting place.

"Oh Rina..." Lady Drosera sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself.

Up above, the great hall of Moonveil was filled with twelve powerful knights, milling in small groups as they shared violent and bawdy conversations.

As Lady Karina emerged from the stairwell, she spied Orpheus' long, curly, dark head near the large oak table.

The man conversed with two other knights—men she clearly did not recognise.

With a silent gesture to the female servants behind her, ordering them to distribute the food and drink, she made straight for Orpheus.

Lady Karina marched upon him and respectfully maintained her distance, standing a few feet away.

The two knights she'd never seen before took notice of her arrival, but Orpheus did not until their deviating attention from his conversation compelled him to turn around and see what had gotten them so intrigued.

He wasn't surprised to find Lady Karina standing there, appearing very much like the goddess she was with her dark blue gown that hugged her sweet curves and her angelic face.

But Orpheus was indeed surprised by the surge of jealousy that bubbled up in him when his knights ogled her for far too long.

So much that he stood up from where he was perched on the edge of the table and moved towards her as if to lay his claim then and there.

"My lady," Orpheus uttered nonchalantly. "I did not request your presence in this hall. Once the food has been served, you must retire to your chambers and remain there."

Lady Karina gazed up at him, her emerald green eyes glistening with something fierce like a cat's eye stone.

"I must speak with you immediately," she said bluntly.

"It will have to wait, my lady."

"It absolutely cannot," she insisted, her petite hands settling onto her curvaceous hips. "This matter is of a most urgent nature."

Orpheus raised a brow. "It is not more important than my immediate business, my lady. You will retire to your chambers and I will convene with you when my schedule allows."

Lady Karina boldly took a step towards him and lowered her voice.

"Nay, Orpheus," she whispered firmly, and the way she uttered his name with that hushed tone made his jaw twitch impatiently. "I would speak with you this instant."

The man gazed down at her, already feeling the heat of her curvy body against him even with a few inches apart.

He was about to give in.

And he could feel it.

But before he could even think of restraining himself, he nodded.

"Very well," he rumbled. "Five minutes. That is all I can spare for you."

Without another word, Lady Karina preceded him from the hall, giving rise to strange expressions and curious glances exchanged between the knights of Van Merikh.

Lady Karina led Orpheus into the solar and shoved the old door shut.

And when the door was secured, she turned to face him.

The man barely had time to draw a breath before she was already ploughing into him with her matter.

"I would have you tell me what has become of Sir Dane and Lady Drosera's son." She jabbed a finger at him when he lifted an eyebrow. "And no more evasive answers. Tell me the truth. Did you bury the boy with his father?"

Orpheus folded his arms across his chest, his toned chest bulging against the coarse fabric.

"And this is supposedly your urgent business, lady?"

Orpheus was sure he had dismissed the matter before, but the lady seemed rather persistent.

The question was, would he continue building over the lie or reveal the truth?

Lady Karina set her hands on her hips; there was no way she was prepared to back down now that she had a righteous rage bubbling.

"Lady Drosera has lost her wits about her and is speaking complete madness," she remarked in an accusatory tone. "She speaks of putting herself to death because her husband and son are dead and she does not know where either of them are buried."

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Lady Karina didn't give him a chance to reply just yet, continuing to speak, "You must give me answers, Orpheus. Rose is my dear friend and she deserves far more respect than you have shown her. Tell me where her husband and son are buried so that I may give her peace of mind."

Orpheus sighed heavily, rolling his eyes at the sheer ludicrous nature of Lady Karina's timing.

But as exasperated as he was, he realised that in the same breath he wanted to comfort her rage.

God's blood, he wanted nothing more than to bring the woman into his arms and offer her peace.

After several moments of silence, where the debate in his mind was obvious in his expression, he emitted another sigh.

He would maintain the lie.

Confessing to letting all the children run free before his onslaught would only name him a merciful man, which he was by far, not.

"I have buried them in the chapel near the altar," Orpheus told her. "Have you not passed by there to notice the fresh soil?"