90- Bedsheets

“So. You are back, Ashley! You haven’t brought your pregnant partner?” Ezequiel’s gaze dipped to her blood-soaked shirt.

She shook her head in a trance, “She is no more, my lord. They killed her along with her baby.” She whispered. Pain could be seen in her eyes.

Ezequiel kept looking at her and then said in a gentle voice, “Will it be ok if we accommodate you in the laundry section?”

“Anything, my lord!” She bowed on one knee and left the office without an argument.

“Ezequiel! She deserves a chance in the warrior department.” Hazel told her husband, her eyes still glued to the door from where Ashley exited.

“I can’t trust her, Zella. She killed her brother. What if she is the one who killed her partner? Though I can see the torment in her eyes. Still… I can’t trust her now. I have asked my men to keep an eye on her.”

Ashley was sent to the laundry department where her days were spent washing and ironing the royal laundry.

When the rest of her colleagues used to gossip, she was the on