Villains also get Second chance

Chapter 75: no need of Barrister

"What else?" he asked tilting his head and I came to the conclusion that stabbing him with a knife at that time was the best choice that I had let go of.

"Should you not apologise your highness," I spoke out loud and he just laughed.

"It's not like you are hurt Marianne, and even if you would have been hurt, would a sorry person be able to mend things? You are an archduchess now, and this world is full of politics, you should learn to understand these tricks now. You claim to be well versed in so many things, use that knowledge or is it just to show off!" he scolded me, could you believe it, he scolded me for his mistake!

I wanted to say that I would have been more alert if it would not have been gifted by him, but I knew it would only further increase the argument, it's better to let go. So I just nodded and he nodded back.

"Killian, would you like to have this crayfish, it's very spicy.'' I enticed him and he nodded.

"Have some baked cod too, mother, it's good for you." ah my son even cares about my health.

"How do you know the law?" he asked again, and I wonder did he have a single line to say how do you know this! How do you know that! Didn't he realise we were not talking to him anymore?

"As I said, I learnt many things, your highness." Why should I tell you my secrets?

"What else do you know?" he asked again when I thought my reply would shut him up.

"Much more than you could ever think of." I tried to end it but this time my son was interested in sharing too.

"Father, mother even knows horse riding, archery, hunting, and painting, she even promised to make my sketch," he replied with a bright smile.

oh, baby, you did not need to share all this with him.

"You really are talented Marianne," he said at last wiping his mouth. And I wonder if it was a compliment or a comment.

"Thank you, your highness," I replied with doubt.

"Since you are so knowledgeable in everything, I don't think you need a barrister to support your case anymore, best of luck for the trial," he stated and then turned back and walked with Ian following him.

While I was sitting there stunned with an open mouth. Did he, did he just take my right to have a lawyer with a lame excuse that I know the law!

'The law stated that I could have a lawyer too! you sexy piece of trash!!' I screamed in my mind while flipping him upside down.

"Mother, are you okay?" asked Killian in a worried tone, "father must be joking about the lawyer," though he was trying to console me his voice was so doubtful that I was sure he did not believe his own words.

"It's alright, Killian. Your father is right, I can put my contention better than a lawyer.`` I consoled with much more confidence, but he was still looking conflicted.

"I still didn't understand mother, why do you, father and aunt, argue all the time?" he asked and I did not know how to reply.

"Killian adults have their own thinking, prejudices and motives which conflict sometimes. It leads to arguments. But as a child, you should not be a part of it.

You should not support someone just because he or she is your family, you should be rational and support the truth.

One day you will compete for being the ruler with the 6th prince or at least be the archduke, you need to learn to be objective.`` I explained and he nodded.

"Now tell me, who will have this last piece of muffin," I asked, raising a piece in the air and he laughed.

"You can have it all, mother," he replied, shaking his head and I pouted.

"Where is the fun in that? Let's make a bet for it. Shall we?" I asked in anticipation.

"A bet?" he asked, raising a brow and I nodded.

"Alright, what's the bet?" he asked curiously, I was sure he was taking me like a kid throwing a tantrum right now.

"Let's play chopsticks or tongue twister." I offered with twinkling eyes and he laughed.

"Mother"

"Killian"

"We are not kids" he argued and I pouted.

"Who said that! I am just 2 plus 6?" I said and he shook his head.

"That's 26, not 2 plus 6" he replied in an unbelievable tone.

"You are talking like my grandfather," I replied, folding my hands over my chest and puffing my cheeks.

He looked at me like he could not believe me, but I needed to do all this to break his shell.

Was I the only one who felt that he was growing up more and more like a cold and dead person that was bound to absurd laws? I had not even seen a single friend visiting him in my two lives.

In the past, I thought it was because he was a cold and stony person. But that's not the case, he was cut by the world and tied in these four walls. But I would make sure he would get his wings back and fly high.

"Alright, let's play a tongue twister, I don't know how to play chopsticks," he replied with a sigh, and I wonder if he even knew any game.

"Killian, what games do you know?"

"I know Wimbledon and chess and I am learning rugby."

"These are not games, Killian, but sports." I sighed and he furrowed his brows,

"I mean hide and seek, tic tac toe, treasure hunt, tag him, double dutch." I kept taking names and he continued to look at me weirdly.

"Mother, I am 12."

"Eleven and a half"

He. Sighed, "what do you want, mother?" Ah, he was good at reading minds too.

"I want you to spare an hour every day to play with me,"