Conquering His Cold Heart

237 Life Advice

Hamilton took a step forward to stand beside Everard. And he asked in as polite a voice as he could, “Can I give you some life advice?”

Everard pulled the corner of his upper lip in disdain and rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. I don’t need the likes of you to give me any life advice.”

But Hamilton did that anyway. Without even sparing a glance at the werewolf King, Hamilton said in soft whispers, “Do yourself a favor and bury whatever feelings you have for our Queen. It will save both you and your Kingdom.”

Everard was enraged by the way how Hamilton was acting like someone who was close to him, giving him advice and all. However, since that vampire was already assuming that he had feelings for Anastasia, he clearly stated how he truly felt, “Don’t you think I tried to do that? But she isn’t someone who I can give up on.”

Hamilton scoffed in disbelief that the werewolf actually dared to say that. He gave a side-glare to Everard and reminded him once again, “I think you should hammer a fact in your head. She is already married to someone else. You should make peace with your residual feelings.”

But Everard simply disregarded what Hamilton just said and then mumbled firmly, “I finally know that Anna and I are meant to be together. I don’t care if she is married because I know what kind of creature she is married to. I am not letting her stay in that place which can turn into her grave at any moment.”

Hamilton’s anger towards Everard was about to cross the limit. He couldn’t bear to listen to him berating his kind and also berating his Queen.

“Just stop talking nonsense and keep your intrusive and repulsive thoughts to yourself,” Hamilton snapped at Everard.

However, Everard wasn’t going to take orders from someone like Hamilton. “You can warn your dear King, Lord Hamilton,” he said in a mocking tone. “I am going to make her mine, one way or another. And I won’t stop at anything until I do that.”

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“You clearly don’t know when to stop, huh,” Hamilton mumbled in a low growl.

He was about to give an earful to Everard, but he instantly clenched his jaw and fists tightly. His fangs and claws had protruded involuntarily. His body was demanding he take action against that filthy-mouthed werewolf.

He was even darting his eyes around the hall to calculate who and how many people would lunge toward him if he was to attack Everard then and there. He was confident that he could take out at least a few of them.

However, he stopped himself, ‘I shouldn’t be a fool like this stinking dog. He’s just a child who doesn’t know the world properly. Let’s leave it at that.’ He put a lid on his anger and decided to walk out of that damned place that was crawling with werewolves.

As he stormed out of the hall and headed towards the area where their carriages were parked, he kept on hearing a set of footsteps following him closely.

He turned around to see that it was Everard who was following him. He narrowed his eyes and openly bare his claws. Then he asked that fool without turning around or stopping, “What do you want now? Don’t tell me you want to fight because it won’t be a fair fight if it’s just you and me.”

“I’m in no mood to indulge you in your fantasy,” Everard said while catching up with Hamilton. He walked past the vampire and said, “I am going to see off the people who are dear to me.”

Hamilton scoffed and said while walking ahead of Everard, “I think you are forgetting that you have angered your dear person’s husband greatly. Be my guest if you insist on following but I cannot guarantee that you will survive if you come face-to-face with him again.”

Everard caught up with Hamilton again and turned to glare at him. Then he said without a hint of fear in his voice, “Don’t think that I am someone weak and fragile who is easily scared by your verbal threats alone.”

He looked forward at the corridor that was coming to an end and further added, “What scares me most is the thought that you people will do something very bad to her if I don’t intervene soon enough.”

Hamilton shook his head and said, “You don’t know, do you? The Queen is the last person anyone on our land will dare to-”

Before he could complete his sentence, Everard cut him off and said while grimacing, “You don’t know how much it hurts not being able to do anything. You don’t know how much it hurts seeing someone dear to you with another man... seeing her with a mons-”

This time, Hamilton interrupted Everard in the middle and said with the same pain flowing in his heart, “I’m sorry, but I know how much it hurts. It hurts so bad that you wonder if your heart literally split in two. It hurts so bad that you will think the only way for it to stop hurting is to have her, one way or another.”

The two of them stopped when the carriages of Sorvando came into view, along with Anastasia, Alexander, and Caspian.

Anastasia looked like she was crying; she was tightly holding onto Caspian’s sleeve while doing so. Alexander seemed to be explaining something to Caspian.

And when Everard took a deep breath and decided to head there, he stopped again when he saw Anastasia resting her head on Caspian’s chest, and Caspian hugging her as tightly as he could.

Hamilton smiled thinking that the misunderstanding between those two had been finally resolved.

He then stood in front of Everard and pointed his brows at Anastasia and Caspian. Then he aggressively whispered, “Just take a look at her. Does she look like someone who can stay apart from her husband even for a minute? Does she look unhappy to be with him? Or scared of him? And does it look like my cousin would ever do any harm to her?”

Everard didn’t say a word. He simply clenched his jaw and furrowed his brows in disappointment. Then he turned on his heels and walked back towards the hall.

Hamilton smirked and then shouted from behind, “Do her a favor and stop repeating such a mistake again. Don’t ever try to come in between her and her husband. If you ever truly loved her then don’t try to ruin her happiness, Your Majesty.”