Royal Scandal!
Part 3/4: Let the Accusations Fly
A/N: Sorry this update took so long. This election is literally eating up all of my spare time. With that being said: GO VOTE!!!!!


He waited in the sitting room for hours, or at least it seemed like hours. As the time ticked by Jeb's blood pressure rose steadily. No matter how hard he tried there was no way to shake the mental image that was going to be forever burned into his brain. He closed his eyes and all he could see was his father pushing Sarah into the wall, his mouth on hers, his hands…It was a nightmare. So Jeb sat there brooding, going over all the things he wanted to say to the man, planning the next few hours of his life.

OZOZOZ

DG and Cain had intended to return to the palace the same way that they left, but instead decided to enter through the servant's entrance to the kitchens. This way DG could perform her little magic spell and Wyatt could return her to her quarters. It was for his piece of mind really, knowing that she wouldn't be able to reestablish the glamour again that night and sneak off to do Ozma knows what.

There was a flash of light seen under the door and moments later DG emerged looking ready to drop. Wyatt wrapped his arm around her waist, her head falling to his shoulder, as he led her back to her rooms. After making sure she was safely in her room and being assured that she was able to take care of herself, he left.

He was only a few doors from his own quarters when he heard someone call his name. Turning to look behind, Wyatt saw Sarah—presumably the real Sarah since DG was too drained to perform another glamour—walking toward him.

"Mr. Cain!" she shouted waving her hand to get his attention.

"We've been over this before Sarah," Cain began in a fatherly tone. "You can call me Wyatt."

"I know that," the redhead responded, "but old habits are hard to break."

Wyatt smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you had that Security report from that patient I treated yesterday. My report for the week is due and I need that information."

Cain choked back a laugh recalling the incident. Some idiot in a drunken stupor had decided to scale the palace walls on a dare. Apparently just getting over the top without being shot was worth fifty platinum from his friends. If you asked Cain, he should give the platinum he won to the palace gardener for the Schemata bushes he destroyed after he fell off the wall.

"Idiot," Cain grumbled under his breath.

Sarah smiled. "Idiot or not, I still had to treat him. He's lucky the bushes broke his fall or he would have broken his leg."

Wyatt shook his head with a fleeting thought about the intelligence of youth. "Paper's are on my desk. I'll get them for you." He ushered Sarah down the hallway to his quarters a few doors away. Pushing the door open, Cain flipped the lights on and allowed Sarah to enter before him. He crossed over to his desk and shuffled through the papers there.

Sarah stood a few feet from Wyatt's desk and watched him sort through the organized chaos of papers and folders. 'Well now I know where Jeb gets his organization skills,' she thought idly.

"Well isn't this nice?"

Wyatt spun around, drawing his weapon and pulling Sarah to him instinctively. His tense muscles relaxed greatly when his eyes fell on the intruder. "Jeb?"

"Sweet Ozma, Jeb!" Sarah cried clutching her chest dramatically. "You scared me half to death."

"Terribly sorry," Jeb hissed. He sat in a stiff wooden chair against the wall adjacent to the door, arms crossed over his chest, an icy glare beaming from his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, showing a deep concern for her fiancé's heated mood.

"What isn't wrong?" he sneered.

Wyatt and Sarah shared a confused look before the latter took a few steps forward. She knelt down next to Jeb and laid a hand on his arm. "Sweetheart—"

Maybe it was the term of endearment or possibly the physical sensation that caused Jeb to snap. He jerked his arm away roughly, causing Sarah to lose her balance and drop to the floor.

"Don't touch me," Jeb growled.

"Hey!" Wyatt surged forward grabbing Sarah's arm and hauling her up off the floor. He gave her a quick glance to make sure she was alright then turned to his son. "That is no way to treat a woman, Jeb. You were raised better than that."

Jeb huffed and raised his eyes to meet those of his father. "You're questioning my morals? That's rich!" he laughed manically and rose from the chair. "And who are you to be questioning how I was raised? You weren't even there!"

Cain looked as though he had been slapped. Neither of the Cain men had even brought up the years that Wyatt spent in the Iron Maiden, let alone in such a harmful manner. Jeb was clearly off his rocker.

"Jeb, what is wrong with you?" Sarah asked.

The younger Cain turned his glare from his father to his fiancé. "What is wrong with me? I could ask you the same thing! You pretended to love me, you spent all that time with me, shared my bed. And now…now I find out that you're sleeping with him!"

Sarah's face fell immediately, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "What in the name of Oz are you talking about?"

"I saw it with my own eyes," Jeb said as he began pacing around the room.

"Saw what Jeb?" Sarah asked incredulously. She felt as though she had walked in on the middle of a conversation about nuclear fusion: completely lost.

"I was at the festival tonight. I followed you two through the crowd. I saw you in the alley. I saw everything." Jeb stopped his pacing in front of a small window, gripping the sill with white knuckles.

Sudden realization dawned on Wyatt and he had to stop himself from laughing aloud. He knew DG's little plan would backfire. Now his son was seconds away from demanding his head on a platter. He made a mental note to never allow her to talk him into anything ever again, regardless of the perks he gained.

"Son, you're blowing this way out of proportion," Wyatt said calmly.

Both Jeb and Sarah turned their attention to the older man. Sarah looked upon him in bewilderment while Jeb looked on in amazement. Was he actually admitting to the whole thing?

"What are you talking about?" she demanded. Crossing the room, Sarah grabbed Jeb's elbow and pleaded with him. "Jeb, I have no idea what you are talking about. Either of you! I have been in the med ward all night doing rounds. You know how short staffed we are since Maila left."

Jeb looked at her blankly. "How do you explain what I saw then? You can't be in two places at once, Sarah. It's impossible."

Cain turned to his son and future daughter-in-law to answer that question when he felt the air in front of him electrify. Before he could even fathom what was happening, DG appeared in front of him.

"Good evening Mr. Cain," she said in a hushed tone.

"DG?" Cain gasped. He dropped his eyes to her body, taking in her bizarre choice of attire. Most of her body was exposed covered only by a white camisole that hugged her curves very closely and a pair of shorts, if one could call them that, emerald in color.

"I just wanted to thank you for tonight," she drawled taking a few steps toward Wyatt and laying her hands against his chest.

"DG you shouldn't—"

"Shhh," she cut him off pressing a finger to his lips. "Don't talk. Just sit back and enjoy."

"Ahem," Jeb cleared his throat and managed a deep blush having witnessed the whole situation.

DG's eyes grew wide as she realized that someone else was in the room. She spun around, her eyes finding Jeb and Sarah standing in front of the window staring at her sheepishly. It was then that DG realized that her state of dress was less than appropriate. Looking for something to cover-up with, DG finally just hid her body behind Cain's larger frame.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed.

"I might say the same thing," Jeb said. "What is going on here?"

Wyatt smirked lightly and turned his head to address DG behind him. "I think it's time to come clean, sweetheart."


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