Chapter 38

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