The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride-Chapter 62: Run away with me (3)

"You’re scaring me, Edgar. I need to know where the crown prince is going, and why your guards are having a standoff with me," said Tobias.

The children were finally together, which was something to celebrate, so why was there so much tension outside?

Tobias walked with Edgar away from where the guards stood, still pointing their weapons at each other.

"I’m surprised that you will allow her to become queen. I thought nothing would convince you. Was it Alessandra?" Tobias asked, eager to hear the whole story.

"Penelope will not become your queen. Those two have run off to get married, so chasing them down will only disturb it," said Edgar.

Tobias frowned. "How could she marry him and not become queen? No!" He exclaimed, realising what had happened tonight. "Guards!"

Edgar grabbed Tobias’s arm to stop him from going down the steps. "His mind is already made up. Those knights don’t belong to me, so who do you think placed them here to hold the palace guards back? Chasing him won’t change anything."

"He’s the crown prince," Tobias reminded Edgar. His son was somewhere around the town without any guards.

"I once remembered a crown prince who wanted to leave the palace, but didn’t dare to do it. I am not pleased about this, but like you, there’s nothing much I can do unless I want to take away my daughter’s happiness. Will you?" Edgar asked, letting go of Tobias so he could decide.

"Let me see if I get this right. You were informed that they were running away, but I wasn’t? His mother wasn’t. I asked him to tell me if I needed to be prepared for any surprises. Do you have any idea of the position this places me in?" Tobias asked.

Why was Edgar granted the right to know when Tyrion’s father had to find out like this?

"You’re the king," Edgar said, caring very little about what Tobias had to face. "Think of a solution and make an order. Silence your court before I do it for you."

"This is all very easy for you. It is your daughter who has run away, not your son, who will be the future heir to your land. It would have been wonderful to get a notice from my friend or son that he was leaving. I don’t deserve to find out like this," Tobias said, angry.

Edgar chuckled as he walked down to where his guards were. "Forgive me, I thought it was your son’s duty to inform you. I assumed he did since he went so far as to plan out having knights here. If he couldn’t trust telling you before he left, don’t put that on me."

"Edgar," Tobias said, going down to where Edgar stood.

"Be careful how you approach me, Tobias. I am already in an awful mood. Consider me not informing you that they were leaving even for the things you allow the court to say about my daughter. I am leaving," Edgar said, seeing it was time to go home.

The guests outside would soon gossip, and Edgar had no interest in speaking to anyone.

"I have not allowed anyone to speak about her. I have repeated that she was found innocent. I have to be fair when I sit before my court. Don’t suddenly forget all the times I saved your ass," Tobias argued.

Edgar continued to walk away from Tobias. If he remembered it correctly, he didn’t need Tobias to save him, and it was usually the other way around.

"Reed, prepare the carriage. I am going to get Duchess and my children. Keep an eye on the palace guards. If you hear of them searching the town, gather the men to stop them," Edgar said.

Edgar was certain Penelope’s next few days would be hectic, but for tonight, he could offer her some peace.

Tobias watched as Edgar walked off. He wasn’t angry with Edgar, but more so at the fact that Tyrion didn’t think to inform his parents.

It was going to be a lot of work to switch from Tyrion being the crown prince to Teo, but Tobias could make it work. He mostly feared what was going to happen to Tyrion’s place in the palace.

"Lower your weapons!" Tobias ordered the palace guards. "There’s no need for anyone to fight tonight. Go back to your stations."

Though confused, the palace guards lowered their weapons.

Damien lowered his weapon, and now that the palace guards would not go after Tyrion, it was his time to leave to catch up with the pair to keep them both protected.

Away from Lord Kingley’s home, Tyrion rode in search of a priest to wed him to Penelope. He couldn’t go to the churches in town since the priests would recognise him right away, and fearing they would anger the palace, they would not help him or give away where he was.

Luckily, there was somewhere else Tyrion could take Penelope so they could be married tonight.

Tyrion looked at the woman before him. It was very surreal that he had gotten her to accept his hand and run away with him.

Tyrion slowed down once they were out of the busy part of Lockwood to a quiet area. He searched for where he remembered an old priest lived.

Tyrion had been looking into priests who would not turn them away. He had carefully planned every part of this night.

"Here," Tyrion said, stopping the horse.

Tyrion got off first and helped Penelope down.

Penelope rubbed her arms, trying to stay warm as the cold air nipped at her skin.

Tyrion discarded his coat and placed it on Penelope’s shoulder. He buttoned it up to keep her warm.

"Why are we here?" Penelope asked, confused as to why they were at someone’s home instead of going to a church. "Aren’t we getting married?"

"We are. This might be the only priest who will wed us without sending someone to inform the palace. Wait here," Tyrion said, looking around for any danger.

Tyrion walked up to the home alone and knocked. He could have gotten the home wrong, so until he saw the priest, Penelope needed to stay back.

"Who is bothering me at this hour? I don’t have anything for you to take. I might need to steal from you."

Tyrion started to regret his decision to come here, but unfortunately, there might not be anywhere else for him to go. "I am not here to steal from you. I am looking for a priest to perform a wedding. It is urgent."

Tyrion stepped back as the door opened.

"A wedding? Weddings at these hours mean trouble. Who are you two?" Asked Peter, the priest.