Chapter 24: How Could I?

KEILAH

Marilyn and Matthew helped me to the maid's quarters when they saw what went down in the kitchen. Enzo, on the other hand, followed after Isabelle.

And as much as my heart hurt because of his choice, I knew that it was bound to happen.

I'm only his servant, while she's her soon-to-be wife.

"These are going to scar if you don't put any ointment on your skin," Marilyn said, observing my thighs.

"Shall I get some from the infirmary?" Matthew asked.

"No," I quickly said. "I'm fine."

Marilyn clicked her tongue. "These are going to hurt all night long if you don't let yourself be treated."

I pursed my lips together and tried touching my skin, but I retreated them quickly when I felt the dull pain soar high once more.

"See!" Marilyn exclaimed.

"This wouldn't have happened if Queen Grace didn't push you to the ground," Matthew exclaimed. "I clearly saw how deliberate her action was."

I sighed and ignored his statement. At this point, I had already gotten used to it.

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