Kavan As Jason and I ate, the discussions surrounding us became a symphony of voices, each person's voice lost in the noise of the restaurant. Amidst the noise, a group of men at a nearby table drew our attention. Their loud laughing and seemingly passionate discussion invaded our quietness, and it also kinf of piqued our interest since we had nothing better to do for now. I exchanged a knowing look with Jason, considering there might be something important worth hearing. We moved in closer, seeming to be casually interested while quietly listening in on their talk. Their voices cut through the noise of the restaurant, with their words becoming clearer with each passing instant."...and can you believe it? Our mate Greg is working in the palace now," one of the men boasted, a note of pride lacing his voice. "Lucky bastard, I tell ya. He's got it made."I focused my attention on their conversation, my senses alert to any mention of any possible critical information. The fact that th
Kavan Greg's eyes darted with uncertainty as he pondered my request, his wariness evident in his tensed posture. I could sense that he was really contemplating on whether or not he should listen to us but knowing very well how greedy the mind could be, I knew for a fact that there was no way he wasn't going to hear us out first before dismissing us. Finally, he sighed, resignation flickering in his gaze."Fine," Greg relented, his voice laced with caution. "But we need to find a more secluded spot to speak. We can't afford any prying ears and I would also prefer to avoid being seen with you strangers," he said, obvious trying to protect himself. I nodded in agreement, recognizing the wisdom in his words. We couldn't risk our conversation being overheard and since it was going to be obvious that Jason and I don't belong here, it would be better for Greg's sake and ours if we weren't seen together. Greg led the way, his steps purposeful as he guided us to a quiet corner behind t
Kazia It had been a day since my encounter with Lady Agrippina, and I hadn't dared to step foot outside my room. Her words echoed in my mind, haunting me with their chilling implications. I got consumed by a paralyzing sense of fear that I could not shake off. How could someone who seemed so lovely and kind say something so dreadful and cruel?I repeated the conversation in my head, each word carving itself further into my brain. Agrippina's twisted reasoning had upset me, making me doubt my own existence as well as the complex power dynamics I was stuck in. Shivers ran down my spine as I recalled how she said she would have advised suicide if Murad hadn't bedded me. It felt as if my worth as a person had been reduced to the status of an object for their irrational desires, and it upset me to think that she had even threatened me after.Hunger clenched at my stomach, a clear reminder that I hadn't eaten all day, while I sat by myself in my room, lost in my thoughts and drowning
Kazia I stormed through the corridors of Luna's palace, my steps echoing with purpose as I prepared to deal with my very deranged wife.The conversation I had with Kazia left me feeling unsettled, and the truth of her meeting with Agrippina gnawed at the corners of my mind. I needed answers, and I needed them now, but I knew that the only person that could give me answers had to be Agrippina herself. As I reached Agrippina's chambers, I threw open the doors, the sight of her engrossed in embroidery with her servants meeting my furious gaze. The servants immediately stood up, bowing their heads in deference to me. But their presence was an unwelcome distraction, and I needed them out so that I could speak clearly to Pina. "Leave us," I commanded in a harsh and impatient tone, my voice brooking no argument.Almost immediately, the servants scurried out of the room, their hasty retreat a witness to the tension that hung in the air. Now, only Agrippina remained her confusion evid
Kazia I finally got the confidence to step outside after spending the entire day cooped up in my room, battling my internal distress. As I strolled through the palace's corridors, I was filled with dread and at the same time, determination. My destination was the Pet's Lounge, which I expected to provoke a range of emotions from the other Pets. I was prepared for hostility, especially from Portia, who wouldn't fail to criticize me for whatever reason. But I wasn't going to let it stop me. I was desperate to meet with Iris, just to confirm my suspicions about Lady Agrippina and to also learn more about the lives of the other Pets before my arrival. Pushing open the door to the Pet's lounge without bothering to knock, I was met with the gaze of various women, each accompanied by their personal servants. Their eyes followed me as I scanned the room, seeking out Iris. I ignored the prying looks, my focus solely on reaching Iris, and getting the answers I was very desperate to he
Third Person Pov Kavan and Jason met up with Greg at the secluded spot behind the restaurant, the same location where their fateful conversation had begun. As they exchanged brief greetings before getting down to business, the air was thick with suspense and anxiety. Kavan's gaze fixed on Greg, seeking reassurance that he hadn't changed his mind."So, Greg, are you still in for our deal?" Kavan asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and apprehension.Greg, his face displaying a mix of determination and curiosity, nodded affirmatively. "Yes, I'm still interested. Just make sure the payment is delivered as promised," he replied, confirming that he had not changed his mind. Relief washed over Kavan, evident in the softening of his features. He had been anxious that Greg might back out at the last moment, but now that he had confirmed that they were still firmly aligned, regarding the task, he was relieved. With a satisfied smile, Kavan retrieved the handwritten letter f
Kazia As we stepped into Iris's room, a wave of exhaustion and frustration washed over me. I could still feel the heat of Portia's slap on my cheek, a constant reminder of the crazy ordeal that had just transpired a few minutes ago for no good reason. As we settled down and took our seats, the weight of the recent altercation with Portia still hung heavily on my mind, causing me to feel all sorts of different emotions. Iris, as soon as she sat, wasted no time before addressing the situation, with concern evident in her voice. "Kazia, are you okay?" Iris asked, her eyes searching mine for any signs of distress. I forced a smile, masking the seething anger that burned within me. "I'm fine," I replied, though the bitterness lingered in my words. The truth was, I was far from fine. The fact that Portia had slapped me without reason was an insult that cut deep, and the fact that I didn't get a chance to defend myself only added salt to the wound. As I vented my frustration to I
Third Person Pov Greg anxiously waited outside the kitchen, the bustling sounds of clinking plates and hurried footsteps echoing in the background. His heart beat with anticipation and nervousness as the chefs prepared to bring the perfectly prepared supper to the royal family. Would whatever plan Aretha had in mind work? Would he be able to find Lady Kazia and deliver the letter that held such importance to Kavan, and was his key to getting paid three thousand peros?Just as doubt began to creep in, Greg spotted Aretha making her way toward him. She had a weary expression, which was a convincing portrayal of someone who wasn't feeling well. They exchanged a brief nod of acknowledgment before stepping away from the bustling kitchen and finding a secluded spot to speak."I managed to take permission from the head chef to leave early," Aretha explained, her voice hushed. "Really? How did you manage to do that?" Greg asked. "I told him I was feeling ill and that you would be r