Chapter 10 Ask the King to Order Their Divorce

The King's personal guard, Frank Perez, had already entered the Privy Chamber for the third time to report on the situation with Ava.

King Zachary Adams set down the document in his hand, a slight frown creasing his brow. This whole situation with Ava was becoming a headache. "Mrs. James is still here? The matter is settled. Ethan has invoked his right to take a second wife based on his military merits. It may be unfair to Ava, but we cannot afford to alienate our soldiers."

"A King's word is his bond. Tell her to go home."

Frank bowed and withdrew from the Privy Chamber. He personally approached Ava and said, "Mrs. James, please, you must understand. His Majesty's decision is beyond question. Your husband is a national hero, and his contributions to the southern campaign have secured his future. It would be best for you to accept the arrangement of the king."

Ava met Frank's gaze, her feet rooted to the spot. "Mr. Perez, I appreciate your concern, but I'm for something else.. Please, I implore you, convey my request to His Majesty once more."

With a heavy sigh, Frank returned to the Privy Chamber. Zachary's impatience was palpable. What else could this woman possibly want, beyond the issue of her husband's concubine? It was nothing more than a desperate attempt to salvage her pride.

Zachary massaged his temples, trying to stave off a burgeoning headache. "If it weren't for Ethan and Sophia's military achievements, I wouldn't dream of involving myself in the domestic affairs of this couple. This entire situation is rather inconvenient."

"Your Majesty," Frank ventured, "speaking of military achievements, it bears remembering that the entire Anderson clan perished on the battlefield, with the sole exception of General Long. Their sacrifice is unmatched."

Zachary's thoughts drifted back to the late Marquis of the North, Duke Anderson. Before ascending to the throne, when Zachary was still a young soldier honing his skills, it was the Marquis who had guided him through countless battles, instilling in him a deep understanding of the sacrifices demanded by war. He also remembered Ava as a sweet, lively six-year-old, full of life.

After Zachary's coronation, tragedy struck the Anderson family. Every single male member perished in the line of duty. At the time, the only other capable military leader in the kingdom was Zachary's own brother, the Lord of the Arctic. Even he had suffered greatly in the Battle of the Western Capital, losing his third son's arm and his seventh son altogether. These were closely guarded secrets, known only to a select few. Ethan and Sophia's victory in the south had arrived like a much-needed raincloud in a parched land.

Frank was right, however. The legacy of the Northern Marquis's Mansion, their unwavering loyalty and unparalleled sacrifice, dwarfed Ethan and Sophia's recent achievements.

"Frank," Zachary conceded, "escort Ava inside. In light of Duke Anderson's service to the realm, if she agrees to this arrangement, I am willing to grant her anything she desires, even a noble title."

Relief washed over Frank's face. "How wise you are! Your Majesty."

Ava entered the Privy Chamber and knelt respectfully, her gaze lowered.

Zachary observed her from his elevated position, struggling to reconcile the seemingly submissive woman before him with the spirited young girl who used to spar with a red-tasseled spear.

Memories of their time in the military camp flooded back. She had once been surrounded by six brothers. Now, she was the last of her line, a poignant reminder of their sacrifice. "Rise, child," Zachary said gently. "There's no need for such formality. Speak freely."

Ava rose to her feet, her hands clasped respectfully. "Your Majesty," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "I understand the gravity of my request, and I humbly beseech your understanding."

Zachary nodded patiently. "Ava, my decree has been issued, and it cannot be undone. Sophia's position as a concubine does not diminish your status as Ethan's wife. Any children you bear will be considered legitimate heirs. As a descendant of General Anderson, you must understand the sacrifices demanded of our soldiers. With our warriors risking their lives on the front lines, the rear must be absolutely secure and free from any disturbances."

"If you agree to return home and fulfill your duty as General James's wife, ensuring a harmonious household for both Ethan and Sophia, I will bestow a noble title upon you. I have spoken at length, Ava. Do you understand my intentions?"

Ava slowly shook her head, her gaze unwavering. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her chest. "I humbly request a decree granting me a peaceful divorce from General James."