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Amanda held the coals of wood with her bare hands, and she used the rest of her strength to push the logs towards the maid who was about to hurt her. The next second was slow, as the flames devoured the maid's hair. Her screams filled the room before she ran with her friend out of Amanda's room. The girl was still shaking in fear with her hands badly blistered and sweat pouring down her entire body. Again, Amanda was unconscious. It was already late afternoon when Amanda felt pain all over her body. Her purple eyes opened slightly when she saw someone was treating her. "Is it sore? You winced when I treated you, even though you were unconscious." Madam Croiz looked worried. Amanda immediately sat shaking in a defensive position. ‘Is this woman going to try to kill me too?’ "Don't worry, I'm not like them. I'm on your side," said Madam Croiz. A gentle stroke on Amanda's arm somehow calmed the silver-haired girl. Amanda looked down and saw the palms of her hands until her arms were
"You're kidding, right?" Amanda knew it wasn't a joke but discussing about taking someone's life, Amanda hoped that this dialogue was just a joke. After all, Madam Croiz was the first good person to put her at ease in this palace. ‘I hope she can rethink what she wants to do.’ Madam Croiz looked disappointed at Amanda's question. "Well, I hope you will open your eyes widely and take a good look at who the monster you are marrying really is," the plump-cheeked woman hissed, and before she left Amanda's room, Madam Croiz whispered, "Don't ever ask him anything. Whoever is in this palace, they are all loyal accomplices of the Black Prince. Your mistakes can be reported and executed immediately.” Amanda nodded, she felt a burning sensation around her blistered skin again and heat began to spread over her body. ‘I think I'm going to have a fever tonight.’ Three days had passed since the last time the Black Prince had set foot in the King's private chamber. This morning, the man knelt b
Illarion promptly bowed in salute, Amanda following behind him. The girl was almost unsteady, her head was hefty, and her hands were getting increasingly sore as if thousands of thorns had stabbed them. "Amanda, how are you? I was disappointed that you weren't with Illarion to see me this morning," said King Abraham. Illarion shuddered at his father's hospitality. "I’m in good shape, Your Majesty..." Amanda answered with low voice, sounding uninspired by Illarion. This lady responded to the King indolently?! "Hmm… Are you guys not getting along?" asked King Abraham. When they heard the question, Amanda and Illarion immediately looked at the bed covered in maroon mosquito nets. The King chuckled at the young couple in front of him. "As expected, this heavy and gloomy air turned out to be a young couple's quarrel. Quarrels at such a young age of marriage are very natural," explained King Abraham. "Want me to teach you the most effective way of making up?" ‘Killed her?’ thought Illa
The man's heart seemed to have stopped beating when he saw the burns on the palms up to Amanda's arms which were covered in sleeves. Now Illarion could feel Amanda's body temperature was scorching. Illarion's attention returned to the burn on Amanda's hand, and a sudden fear crept up his back. Illarion immediately pulled Amanda into his arms and carried the unconscious girl out of the Majesty's room. Without being polite and saying permision to the King. Illarion dashed to where the royal medics were. "Don't die… don't die… hold on!" he repeated. Amanda was in his arms, barely breathing. *** The dark curtains drawn by the Black Prince immediately blocked the twilight color that looked like embers from the bedroom window. Illarion hated the sight of the orange light so much that it made him remember the cruel things that had happened to his life fifteen years ago. Amanda is still asleep, but her fever hasn't gone down. Illarion sat on her bed, staring at Amanda. "Listen… I'll never
Amanda's purple beads widened in fright. "Sorry sir, I don't understand what you mean, sir.""Who are your parents?""Ba-baron Broke," Amanda stuttered.She didn't even cover up that her father was a 'baron.' She wasn't a maid in that house. If she lied, she would say the same thing as her father if they were 'duke' class aristocrats. "Who's Gisella?" asked Illarion, again."My sister."Illarion's eyebrows rose to one side. Her sister? Why was she treated like that by her sister? They do not seize each other's territory. Illarion increasingly does not understand, and maybe she is just having a bad dream of being enslaved by her family. And why should I worry about her dream?"D-did I do something wrong, Sir?""No," replied Illarion to the girl in his arms. Several minutes passed, and the big man had not moved from his position. Illarion did this unconsciously, his eyes roaming every inch of the tiny figure beneath him. The beautiful Amethyst beads, the long curling eyelashes, the high
"N-no… not me, really," Amanda replied frantically. Madam Croiz! Amanda turned to where the butler was."When you came, I thought you were not a good person. But, as soon as you arrive and eat without waiting for the Black Prince, you have no respect for our Master," blurted Madam Croiz.I didn't even eat when I first came until the next day. So what does Madam Croiz mean?"You also asked for a room change, even though our Prince has been kind enough to share a room with you. You really are an ignorant person."So I moved into this room not because I was kicked out by the Black Prince? as Madam Croiz said."As if it were lacking, when food is provided you are so willing to burn the orphaned maid, because the food is not to your taste," Madam Croiz slandered and began to shed tears. "You also tell them to drink poison so they can't testify, until they die. And it doesn't quite get there, Lady slanders the Prince, even now poisoning him!""Sir..." The pale-skinned girl hung her sentence
It wasn't long before the servants came in and cleaned up Madam Croiz's body. Amanda was still in Illarion's arms. The man's embrace seemed to want to reduce the trauma that Amanda had received, but that was impossible. She had never seen anyone killed before her own eyes—although in this case, Amanda had her back to the victim—apart from her blood and the blood of an animal she was about to cook, she had never seen such a pool of blood from a person's body."You move to my room, it seems this room can no longer be used," said the Black Prince as he let go of his arms on Amanda."Same room with him? I'm too afraid even to refuse," Amanda thought, and along with that thought, the petite girl's vision darkened. She returned unconscious because she could not see the blood that almost filled the corner of the room. Illarion efficiently carried the girl like a light feather pillow.That night Amanda did not dream of anything, somehow she fell asleep very soundly. Amanda's eyelids blinked t
Several maids started to look at each other with frightened eyes. It hasn't even been a week since the Black Prince has lived in this palace, but they have buried three bodies. Will there be a fourth corpse today? The servers' minds in the dining room were filled with such thoughts.The black cat chased its tail for a while before eating a piece of grilled chicken from the Black Prince's hand, "Smart boy," Illarion praised. "You should set an example as your Lady, eat heartily whatever is served," quipped the Black Prince.Realizing the satire, Amanda immediately filled her plate with dishes on the table and ate it. A sweet smile rose from the Black Prince's lips, and all the servants stared at the scene, not only because of the sweet smile that the Black Prince rarely showed, but also because someone had just been rude to the Black Prince, but instead of being punished the girl was also invited to eat?What's wrong with our lord? Ask all the servers in the dining room in their hearts