She didn't know what the king was going to do to her.
She was chained and it hurts her. Her hands and legs were hurting really bad because of the chain. Blood was already dripping from the cut she sustained from the chain, to the floor.
She winced and muffled her tears. Her eyes were hurting and her head was pounding as if people were running a marathon on her head. She knew her eyes would have been bulgy and red because of how hard and long she had cried.
"Hey, please I need water." She called lowly to the guard that was watching over her. The guard pretended not to hear her.
"Please, I'm dying of thirst. I fear my throat would split into two if I don't drink water." She cried out, more loudly this time.
Her voice was more like a croaky whisper and she had even found it difficult to talk but she had to.
"Just keep
They were shaken in fright and they were already in tears.After few minutes of silence, the king signaled the guards with a wave of his hands and three of them marched forward to meet him."Flog them thirty strokes." He ordered and walked away."My king, please we didn't do it." Some of the maids cried. They wept bitterly but the king was already out of sight.The guards walked closer to them and raised their whips."Stand properly and turn your backs. Strip too!" The head guard ordered. The maids gasped and panicked in fear.And slowly, they started undressing, weeping profusely.****"How are you feeling now?" The king muttered, as if he didn't want to ask the questionTruthfully, it was difficult saying the words but he had to.Isabelle gulped down nervously and licked her lips."I'm fine my king." She said lowly."Have you had breakfast yet?" He asked again, with his face neutral.
She just wants to deal with the confessor, if it means causing her lots of pains.What if she gets rid of the confessor?No, she shook her head negatively.The king might know and have my head cut off.She doesn't want to die but become the queen so she can have powers and give orders.She wants to rule and be in charge.The truth is that, anytime Roseline sees the confessor, she always has insecurities because of how pretty the confessor looked.She agreed begrudgingly that the confessor, even without makeup or any expensive jewelries on, she still looked pretty.She knew if the king continues to have s*k with her, he might start to feel an attraction towards her and all her hard work over the years would be for nothing – it would go down the drain because of the stupid confessor.She sighed and stared at the bracelet in her hand.She smirked and walked towards her old wardrobe that she wasn't using
For the first time he stared at the confessor, all he felt was guilt. His conscience was pricking him so badly.He patted her head softly and she stopped whimpering and relaxed.Suddenly, she jerked awake and hugged the king so tight, with her eyes filled with tears.She wasn't fully conscious and aware of what she was doing."Please, I'm sorry. Don't punish me again. It hurts all the time." She cried softly on his shoulders.The king heart sank and felt terribly bad and guilty."It's okay. You can go back to sleep now." He found himself making soft cooing sounds as he stroke her hair.It wasn't even night and she's having terrible bad dream like this. What about night?The nightmare would be sure worst than this.From the first day she was brought to the palace, he never thought of her feelings, how she felt. Revenge clouded his head and all he wanted was vengeance and by so doing, hurting Isabelle's fee
Roseline sat miserably at her own cell, with her back against the wall with her legs chained.She was stripped off from her royal attire to a prisoner's uniform.Her hair that was always styled was just in a messy bun. Dried tears were on her face and she looked really Haggard.She sniffled her tears and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.She wiped the tears but it wouldn't stop rushing down in fast current.She regretted her actions but it was already too late. The king is sure not gonna take it lightly with her and Jeffrey.She hugged her knees and buried her head in between and wept.Her hair was smeared to her face because of her tears and sweat mixed together.What's gonna be her fate?What about her unborn child for Jeffrey?She's sure gonna terminate it. She's not going to have a child for a lowlife.But then again, she thought – would she even be alive to terminate the pregnancy?She sobbed hard
"Hey, get up and wipe those tears away." King Miley grinned with a stern voice.Isabelle didn't even move from where she sat as she continued to weep miserably. She felt so angry at the king for giving her out to this monster – well, the truth is that, she doesn't even know who's more of a monster, is it king Ceasar or King Miley? Both king's were mean and heartless. They killed any offender as if killing is a thing of joy. But she didn't know why she preferred staying with king Ceasar to king Miley. Both king's almost have same trait but she didn't want to live with king Miley. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" King Miley hissed angrily and grabbed Isabelle roughly by her arm. "When I'm talking to you..." King Miley's words were cut short as an unexpected arrow flew and hit him right on his chest. His eyes widen and he went down on his knees immediately. Blank blood dripped out slowly from the corner of his mouth. I
The next morning, the morning sun radiated through the windows and flashed to Isabelle's face.She groaned lightly and turned to the other side of the bed. She didn't want to stand up yet from the bed as she still feet weak and tired and also, the bed she laid on was very comfortable.She suddenly snapped her eyes opened as she knew that she wasn't lying on her bed as her bed wasn't that comfortable as this one felt.She stared around and her guess was correct – she wasn't in her room but rather, she was in the king's room.Her face heated up as the memories of last night came rushing in. Her cheeks grew hot and she knew she was already blushing hard.Last night had been the best night ever since she came to the palace and ever since the king started taking pleasures from her. The king had made love to her and he was so gentle and he didn't hurt her. She enjoyed every bit of it.The kisses: it was something she wouldn't forge
"So, how have you been doing?" Prince Ainsley asked."I've been fine. You know, just eager to see you." Princess Rayna said truthfully, with a shy smile."Yeah, me too." Prince Ainsley smiled lightly at her."We should do a competition on archery, it would also be like a practice to me. I want to be perfect in it." Princess Rayna smiled shyly at him."Sure. I really like your zeal princess Rayna and for that, I'm gonna teach you to become really perfect just the way you want to." Prince Ainsley said and winked at her.Princess Rayna face grew hot and became really crimson red. She felt that her heart would explode with joy and felt butterflies dance happily in her stomach."Thank you. I look forward to practicing with you and becoming perfect." Princess Rayna said shyly and tucked her hair behind her ear but it only fell back to her pretty but reddened face.Prince Ainsley chuckled softly as he stared at her blushed face and i
"Got it!" Princess Rayna beamed enthusiastically as prince Ainsley shot the fifth target without shooting outside the target for the fifth consutive times in a row.Princess Rayna was awed and she had watched with keen interest as he shoot so elegantly and freely towards the target.He had done it so effortlessly like it wasn't even hard a bit."Wow! That was so great prince Ainsley. You were so great and cute shooting so effortlessly at the target." Princess Rayna beamed happily, staring dreamily at prince Ainsley."Thank you princess." Prince Ainsley smiled at her and courtesy, and that made princess Rayna to grin even wider.He was such a gentleman and every of his gesture made her heart swell with pride and so much enthusiasm."Let me try mine." She said and took her stand while the prince gave her the bow and arrow."Sure. Let me see you try." He gave her a thumbs up and smiled lightly. The princess heart fluttered more