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6. Alastair
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The Lust Cursed Luna 7. Chelsea
Chelsea Ms. Beth took me to the second floor where I counted around twenty rooms. On the way to the east wing, I leisurely glanced inside a room that had its door opened. There were two bunks inside the room with a wardrobe and a pair of tables and chairs. It was still better than my room in the village. Finally, she stopped in front of a door and pulled a key out of her pocket. Slipping the key into the lock, she opened the door and motioned me toward the room. I followed her inside. Instead of two bunks, I spotted a single bed, and a couch! This room was bigger than the one I saw earlier. It also had a toilet attached. "It's supposed to be the room for an important slave, chosen by the royalty. But fortunately, we don't get any. You can use this room." said Ms. Beth. I thanked her for not sending me back. I thanked her for being kind. She stayed inside with me for a few minutes. She told me this place has about fifty slaves. Most of them were orphans. She said no one is tortured
The Lust Cursed Luna 8. Chelsea
Chelsea I trailed behind Ms. Beth as we made our way into the grand palace. Once again, I found myself trapped in this infernal place. The multitude of sentinels, their watchful gazes, the array of armaments, and the pervasive trepidation. However, I made no complaints. Ms. Beth was a diligent employee. Her hands were bereft of any power to rescue me. Inviting me inside, she flung open the door to the Princess's room. I mean, it was The Princess's room. And I was just a commoner. Ms. Beth had arrived for the sole purpose of fulfilling her professional obligations. I had nothing to do inside. Hence, I politely declined and chose to remain outside. While she was inside, I took the opportunity to appreciate the exquisite design of the intricately carved stone walls, the opulent gold gilding, and the grandiose paintings adorning the vaulted roof and ceiling, which soared to great heights, culminating in a magnificent lamp chandelier suspended at its centre. Lowering my gaze, I moved fo
The Lust Cursed Luna 9. Alastair
Alastair The driver left the car for us in the front yard, untouched after I warned him not to move a thing. This Mercedes was kept for my private use. For other purposes, I use other cars mainly to confuse the aggressors. It's my mother's stupid idea. Cars can't confuse them. The one who wants to attack me, will track me anywhere. Chelsea came behind me. Shortly, I opened the door. She immediately hopped inside the passenger's seat where she sat before. Wow! She's very fast. “Here it is.” As she declared, I wasted no time picking the seat beside her and grabbing her hand to stop her from touching the soda bottle that was in the holder. “Don't touch it.” Pulling her hand down, I let it rest on her lap and looked into her eyes. “By touching it, you will leave fingerprints there.” She began to nod. “Y–yeah. I totally understand.” Her voice was fringed with nervousness. Flushes of rosy pink went apparent on her cheeks. Did I make her nervous? I glanced down. My hands were now on
The Lust Cursed Luna 10. Chelsea
Chelsea How could I not be offended? One second, he was asking me if I used perfume, another second, he was telling me to get out as if I stink. That was rude! Whatever. I decided I won't give it any thought as I entered the palace. Ms. Beth found me in the grand hall from where she again let me accompany her to wherever she went. I tried my best to hide myself from Alastair. He wasn't chasing me. But it was his damn palace. He was everywhere. I mistakenly tried to learn if the villagers were right about him being the worst of all dangerous creatures. I watched how he treated his employees. God, so cold. He was so cold, so calm, so arrogant. Someone peed his pants. I mistakenly eavesdropped when he was on a call in the courtyard. He was threatening someone. I mistakenly peeked through the door of the conference room when I heard a noise. He shot someone. Blood was everywhere. I almost gasped, trembled until Ms. Beth came to take me back. He didn't notice me, or perhaps he did. He
The Lust Cursed Luna 11. Alastair
Alastair In the confines of my study, I retrieved the antiquated journal from its resting place within my locker. Leaning forward in my chair, I placed the book on the table before me. A wintry wind swept inside the space through northern windows and blew through my hair. Not bothering about my favorite hairstyle, I gradually eyed the old page that had been sprinted with the dark ink. “As winter's breath draws near, late autumn's phase seems queer. A strange time in life's sphere. The balmy zephyrs of summer, once beloved, now stir within you a disapproval. To the depths of the mind it leads, where shadowed memories plant their seeds, of the last few months it speaks, And in the heart, a sadness leaks. Simultaneously, it ignites a longing within to behold the splendour of snowflakes descending. Learn to shroud thyself in icy veneer, leaving warmth a mere figment to revere.” How many times have I read this? About a hundred times or more. But the more I read this, the more confusion
The Lust Cursed Luna 12. Chelsea
Chelsea After changing the gown into a pink romper that I found in the wardrobe, I sank myself into the soft mattress of the bed. That night, I didn't eat again. My body was getting weaker. Yet, I had no appetite. I was only left with nothingness. Even in this immense space, I felt like I was confined. The walls around me were suppressing me. My lungs were running out of oxygen. My parents probably don't care if I am alive or dead. They never did. They are relieved that I'm gone. No one would ever come to get me. I had no one. I refused to believe Alastair occupied even a little stage of my life, tied by fate. I had been a believer. I had a blind thing on fate and it betrayed me. Or worse, it thrashed me in hell with a man I knew.... I didn't know. I knew he was a Prince, a future king who would rule the country. Not me, oh God, I won't be ruled by him, not as one of his whores he fantasies about. I knew nothing about him. Not a fucking single thing. Just his name, his title and how
The Lust Cursed Luna 13. Chelsea
Chelsea The lights brightened the view. The woman inside seemed to be busy with getting her naked body dressed up while Alastair pulled the chain of his jeans. They had sex! I didn't even need to doubt. I couldn't smell it when they were doing it because I'm stupid, useless and weak. Betrayal stabbed at my heart once again. I wasn't supposed to feel like this. He owed me nothing at all. It wasn't even him I was hurt for. Oh, he could fuck every woman as long as it's not me. I wasn't interested. Yet, something ate at me when his gaze found me. I eyed him while he eyed me. A few buttons of his shirt were still open, revealing the fine abs of his chest. His sleeves were folded up, flexing the veins of his hand that I found attractive a few hours ago. But now? It disgusted me. He rolled the glass in his hand that was filled with liquid. Alcohol. I suddenly had the urge to throw the drink on his shirt and break the glass against his head. I wanted to make him bleed just like how he mad
The Lust Cursed Luna 14. Alastair
Alastair "Your Highness, shall I bring you the medicines?" For three long hours, Ryle had been trailing behind me, posing the same inquiry every sixty minutes without fail. My daily routine included checking on my health. Today, the temperature of my body is abnormally elevated. I have a fever. I blamed the rain for that, but it wasn't the rain. My immunity was powerful enough to fight colds. “No. I'm fine.” I adamantly declined to ingest any medication. The noxious chemicals quell my exuberance. They instill a heightened sense of vulnerability within my being and gently lull me into a tranquil slumber, closing my eyes in blissful repose. Ryle understood. Nevertheless, he planned to ask all over again in the next hour. We were in my study. He had brought the important letters for me. The majority of the letters consisted of invitations from abroad. Weddings, birthday parties, funerals and charities I despised. Every day, I am inundated with thousands of letters. Among them, the du
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