The king’s mistress is back

Hurriedly infiltrating into the dimmed room of the king, Zachary and madam Madison couldn't unearth him as their piercing eyes ravaged through the tenebrous scenery.

Nevertheless, they both catch a spectacle of Eleanor spreading motionlessly on the bed.

It was apparent that she had lost consciousness or conceivably she was dead —this is what madam Madison feared, this is what she dreaded!

Eleanor can not succumb to the artery of death, not without the king beholding her once more after five years of haunting her.

Certainly, Eleanor will die after all in his bare hands but not...now!

"I think the king is in the washroom, I will quickly take the girl out of here," Zachary had leaned as he whispered to madam Madison who bobbed her head in acknowledgment.

Hence, she left his standpoint. Scooting toward the nearest wall which is the east region to switch on the illuminating glow of the chandelier which brightens the once caliginous scenery.

Meanwhile, Zachary paces to the king-sized