| Subject: Mon Roi - Chapter 36 - Long |
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Date Posted: Thursday, August 12, 04:19:22pm
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's message, "Mon Roi - Chapter 36 and forward" on Thursday, August 12, 02:40:15am
Michael patted his son’s hand in an admonishing fashion and the child flashed brown eyes full of mischief at his father while he yawned whispering in a sing-song tone, “You have command now.”
Michael was confused about the meaning of his son’s repetitive remarks and now watched the child intently; his green eyes full of compassion. Was it possible Adam was giving him clues about something that Michael did not yet understand? The little boy fell asleep contently while his father in an unprecedented public display of affection, kissed the soft skin of his forehead.
The Prince then decided to test the water matter of factly and without hesitation, ignored the direction of the present conversation and started down a path of self-edification. He could see Nikita’s shock at her supposed father’s revelation, so in addition to everything developing minute by minute, he also needed to worry about Nikita. Michael never shied away from a challenge and absolutely never allowed anyone to see his weaker side, this situation was not going to defeat him; on the contrary it would give him a reason to fight.
“Tell me…” Pointing at the man, waiting for a name.
“Jones, Phillip Jones sire.” Again the man bowed his head at Michael while he shifted uncomfortably, and Michael looked exasperatingly serene.
Michael invited the man to sit opposite Chandler, continuing, “Mr. Jones, we understand your claim that Lady Nikita’s great grandmother kept you away from her, and I will allow you to speak with her about this, if she so desire. But tell me first, why take my son and then why give him command?” Michael was taking a relaxed controlled posture that Nikita copied in a flash.
Nikita moved to Michael’s vacant side, after making Adam comfortable in the high back chair he was using as a bed. Michael was convinced that through absorption, he managed to further convey his plan of action to his partner, the fair Nikita. He wanted the woman to calmly listen to the information the speakers were unknowingly revealing and not listen only to the ‘absurdity’ the men wanted the pair to hear. Reading between the lines was a wonderful tool in the world of intrigue and Michael was sure Nikita had learned how to do just that. The men that were talking exposed many things, only the important parts remained in Michael and Nikita’s minds.
“Your Royal Highness, the pretense of having your son and his mother killed,” Jones said making sure Adam was asleep and couldn’t hear, “was entirely Vacek’s doing. As a matter of fact his obsession for not having the child grow up at your side caused him terrible problems within the organization.”
Michael asked, almost wordlessly, “Is Elena alive?”
Jones answered in a whisper of his own, “No sire, she died later during the ensuing war.”
“How do you know this?” Nikita asked.
“I was a mole inside Red Cell for over 9 years, part of the ranking triumvirate.” Jones answered his daughter, his eyes studying her, and then as a second though, “You look just like her.”
Nikita ignored the obvious comparison to her great-grandmother or maybe her mother, and asked, “So you participated in planning the attacks?
“No, he had already been arrested. The loss of his leg a memento of that incarceration.” Chandler interposed.
“You were tortured?” Nikita further inquired.
“There are many types of torture Nikita; the physical kind is the easiest to endure.” Jones answered.
Prince Michael thought he would ask a question he was not sure would go truthfully answered, “Who where you undercover for?”
“The Royal Couple of course.” Jones answered.
Nikita noticing the second of hesitation by Michael at the man’s response and rushed to ask, “Which Royal Couple?” She couldn’t believe what this man was suggesting.
“King Paul and Queen Madeline, of course.” He bowed his head again never taking his eyes off Michael’s intense gaze. The young monarch gave no hint of emotion with his expression.
Nikita took over the questioning worried that Michael was going to falter, but repeating the Prince’s unanswered questions, “Why take Adam, why give him command he was no more than a baby?
“Nikita, in a world of collusion and intrigue, power is owned by the one with most toys. Adam was a rook in this chess game of power. I am not sure that you know the Prince is not the child’s natural father…” Jones was saying when Nikita interrupted thinking back at the Queen’s confession during their conversation in the train.
She was defending Michael as she said, “It doesn’t matter who…”
Prince Michael interrupted, “Enough, Adam surrendered command to me when we first saw each other, I have command.” And pulled out from under his jacket a key he’d been carrying for quite a while, which hung from a strong silver chain. With this decree everyone, except Nikita and Adam, bowed before the Prince, their eyes kept away from Michael’s commanding stare. He dictated, “Take me where we can rest, tomorrow I’ll give you my plan of action,” Michael was buying time.
Not a word was exchanged by anyone as they made their way to an ornately decorated room. Nikita carried a sleeping Adam and deposited him on a ‘fainting couch’ near a window that was obviously condemned. The room was a masterpiece of architectural detail, old, hand built and full of old world charm, impeccable restoration and in contrast to the cold hall they had transverse, homey. Michael walked around the room ensuring that there were no listening devices or cameras and was satisfied with the trio’s safety before the couple started to talk.
“Kee-tah, did you know your father’s identity beforehand?”
“I don’t know how real he can be Michael. It is just too perfect, you know?”
“Did you great grandmother ever tell you about him?”
“Of course not, Roberta never spoke of this man. I thought my father was a good man who divorced my mother and married someone I never got along with. I knew my family Michael; all this is news to me. When I was contacted about this ruse, it was by a woman.”
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