MEANDRAMy eyes fluttered open slightly. I was not as weary and exhausted as I was before. Maybe I had gotten more sleep than usual. Normally, It would be a good thing but at this point, I'm just wondering why I had to sleep in for so long or why I was just allowed to.I caught sight of Alejandro and a woman talking and I quickly closed my eyes so I could listen in on whatever they were talking about.“She seems to be recovering slowly but there are signs of forced penetration from her last sexual encounter and lingering signs of an infection as well,” she sighed. Silence lingered for a moment.“But I'll look into further and we should be able to get it treated in the space of a week and some days,” the doctor assured Alejandro.“If you're planning to be intimate with her. She should be fully recovered anytime soon,” she said. The thought of Alejandro wanting to have sex with me, made my breath get caught in my throat.The thought of being in the same space or room with him always ma
ALEJANDRO“Thank you,” I hear her faint voice. It was barely audible, almost a whisper but I pretended not to hear it as I shot her an empty look except now that my gaze was fixated on hers, there was something about the way she looked at me.Her eyes weren't empty like they usually were, there was some sort of emotion in them. Some sort of gratitude. I raised an eyebrow in her in question as I glared at her.“Thank you,” she repeated again.“I'm not sure anyone has ever done that for me before. I-” she paused as she looked down at her hands nervously. She seemed at a loss for what to say. My jaw was clenched and I found myself unsatisfied by her gratitude, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me not so gently, closing the proximity between us.“Don't make the mistake of thinking I did anything for you so your appreciation is only waste of time. I did this because I like order and I don't like my rules being broken. This doesn't change what your father has done and this certainly d
MEANDRAMy fingers stung with the bruises that were inflicted on them. The more I tugged at the rope holding the fetcher, the more intense the pain felt but I didn't mind. My mind was completely absent from the pain that I felt.It was occupied by something completely different. I was caught in-between feeling gratitude and confusion.To be honest, I hate feeling. The thought of being grateful to Alejandro didn't exactly sit well with me and I found thoughts spiralling. Why did he defend? His hatred for me was so intense that I was convinced that he was going to be much more cruel than the other lords but everytime I expected something from him, he did the exact opposite, leaving me surprised and confused.If it wasn't a warm bed, it was good food. If it wasn't good food, it was a comfortable bed and if it wasn't a comfortable bed, it was a doctor. I had no idea what to believe.My hands were swollen and were barely able to move but I forced myself to move them anyway. I was tired and
MEANDRAEvery inch of my body was heavy with exhaustion. I wondered how I was even able to move my feet. I was battling to keep my eyes open and my stomach rumbled painfully with hunger.I was able to finish filling up the drums in time and I was able to finish with my kitchen duties before nightfall just like Alejandro instructed. I was even sure I had the strength to think about the consequences but what matters was that I finished on time.I closed my eyes and sighed and I paused and leaned against the wall for a moment. Everywhere spinned and my balance wasn't exactly stable.When I was sure that I had regained a semblance of my balance, I continued to walk down the hallway and paused midway with wide eyes when I spotted Belle looking up at me.I wondered how on earth she was everywhere. I wondered how I didn't spot her early enough.My brows furrowed. I didn't know if I had the energy to engage in another conversation or answer a bunch of questions.I also didn't want to think ab
MEANDRAI gasped at the piercing sensation of the ice cold water that was poured over my body. I remained still for a moment before I was able to open my eyes.I saw the guard from yesterday towering over me with a stone cold look in his eyes. The thought of him coming back to finish what he started yesterday, flashed through my mind.I quickly adjusted into a sitting position because there was no way I was going to let him have his way with me but then again, what part of me thought that I would be able to spit on his face and get away with it? To my relief, I realized that he wasn't alone.Shantai was standing beside me. Her eyes held no emotion whatsoever as she observed me.“The lord has requested your presence. You're to follow the maid immediately,” he growled. I subtly released a sigh of relief. Okay, maybe he didn't return to take advantage of me after all.I stood up almost immediately and I followed Shantai just like he said. The guard walked closely behind us which made me
ALEJANDROThe only thing I was aware of was the rage fueling through my veins as I spotted Meandra at my sister's table.it was almost unbelievable that I would find her here.The guard from her cell had come to make certain if I was the one that requested her presence and I had shifted the pile of files on my table to the side, mainly because I was confused and I couldn't understand what he was talking about.He told me about my sister's maid telling him how I requested her presence which I had no memory of doing. I came to the conclusion that it could only mean one thing.She was planning an escape. The guard was certainly going to be punished. I couldn't let his act of stupidity go unpunished but for now, the main priority was finding her before she escaped from this place.Elias had been present when the guard had delivered the news. I could remember throwing loud orders at the guards to look for her in every hallway, in every room, in every bar behind the cellar and we have been u
ALEJANDRO“No,” the word resounded in my head over and over again. It took me a while to register that everyone was standing there.The maids, the guard I had ordered and Elias who had just walked back in. The shock on his face was enough evidence that he had heard his response.It was enough to convince me that I wasn't imagining things. Somehow she had gathered the audacity to tell me ‘no’ and it was something that was beyond my comprehension.Her expression was neutral, there was no trace of fear in her eyes, there was no evidence of the panic that I had seen and somehow I was forced to consider the fact that I might be imagining things.I grabbed her wrist and I tugged her towards me not so gently. She showed no sign of pain or discomfort. Infact, she showed nothing at all.“I'd be careful if I were you and think about the consequences of what you're doing,” I narrowed my eyes on her. I knew that we were under the observation of everyone.“You know it won't end well for you if you
ALEJANDROSomehow I couldn't think about it. All of it. The ghost of a smile still remained on my face as I remembered the day she looked at me before she walked up to the guard.She has been fearless and dismissive and for some reason, I had been intrigued instead of offended. I walked through the doors of my office with Elias behind me. Malachi was waiting in front of my table.“Greetings my Lord,” he bowed subtly.“I've been waiting for you. Forgive me, I am not complaining but you took quite a while,” he said. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at me and I wondered if he could see it.If he could see the intrigue on my face.“The girl spoke back to the lord today,” Elias finally spoke up, breaking the silence and answering the silent question that Malachi didn't ask out loud. Malachi went still and his face morphed into absolute confusion.“What girl are you talking about?” He said. I headed over to my table, making no effort whatsoever to contribute to their conversatio
MEANDRAIt could have been worse. I tried to reassure myself. It was not completely what I wanted but at the same time. It could have been worse.“Shantai,” before I could stop Belle from standing up too quickly, she hurried to the doorway where Shantai stood.Shantai had time to accommodate her in her arms before the both of them were knocked off balance, in a tangle of hands and legs. I held my breath. For a second, the whole room was shrouded in silence and then out of the blue, Belle began to laugh before Shantai joined in.There was no explanation for how it happened but the corners of my lips were beginning to tilt up into a smile. A much wider one that I didn't think that I was capable of. I closed my eyes and sighed. The confines of my chest felt very light.“What are you still doing there? Join us,” Belle stretched out her hand with a huge smile. Her eyes twinkled with amusement and delight. I wasn't so sure I could remember the last time I witnessed life in her eyes.I didn'
MEANDRAI could feel my heart pounding in my ears as I hurried down the hallway with Belle's frail hand in mine. I knew she was too weak to run but I couldn't, wouldn't take the risk of leaving her behind at the mercy of Jasquire.Not when I could feel the sound of her hasty steps hurrying behind me. I wasn't going to let Shantai be blamed for something that she had no knowledge of. Not when she mattered so much to Belle.Not when she had come to matter so much to me. If anything, I felt something shift within me. Calling it determination was a bit of a stretch but I could tell that it was a very strong emotion. One that I couldn't let go of.“Come back here this instant,” Jasquire's loud voice pierced through the silence of the hallway. But her command held no weight and thank goodness, that I still remember what freewill felt like because I was never going to do what she needed me to do.“Alejandro,” his name slipped from Belle's lips again. Louder this time. We could still hear Jas
MEANDRAAlejandro hadn’t been the same since Jasquire accused Shantai of drugging Belle.I saw it in the way his eyes dulled around her, the way his shoulders stiffened when she entered a room, even if she only came to collect something she’d forgotten. There was no fury, no loud accusations—just silence.A thick, impenetrable wall of silence that said more than rage ever could. He didn’t yell. He was simply silent and that was even more dangerous.Shantai had once been the only other person in Belle’s life who acted like family—not duty, not title. Just care. But now, Alejandro forbade her from even hrt Belle’s room.When Belle woke from fevered sleep, reaching for Shantai’s hand, it was mine she found instead. I had been the one to tuck the cool cloth beneath her brow. I was the one taking care of her.And Shantai had been sent to scrub linens in the laundry room.It wasn’t right.I watched her each time she passed Belle’s room on her way to and from the wash station.Her fingers wo
JASQUIREImmediately after stepping out of the room, my heart began racing and it became hard to hide my expression. The weight of what had just happened still pressed down on my chest. I walked quickly but not too quickly, careful not to draw attention to myself. My feet barely made a sound against the old wooden floor.“Father,” I called softly, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I glanced around, hoping no one had heard me. “Father...” I repeated, a little louder this time.I hesitated when I heard the sound—a faint shuffle. My breath caught mid-step. It came from behind me, close, too close. Every instinct screamed for me to turn around, to see who—or what—was there. But I didn’t.I forced myself to remain still, eyes fixed aheadTurning too quickly would only confirm suspicion. Whoever was behind me might already be watching, waiting for that one flinch, that one giveaway glance. So I stayed rigid, pretending not to notice.I shifted slightly, just enough to seem casual.My
MEANDRAHis loud, hasty footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder with every passing second. Relief swelled in my chest like a tide. I knew that sound better than I knew my own name.Alejandro.I bent over Belle. Her head lolled slightly, her breath shallow but wrong—too slow, too forced, like her body had to remember how to keep going.“Alejandro is coming,” I whispered, voice catching in my throat. I reached out, brushing back a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead, then gently tapped her cheek with the tips of my fingers. “Hey, stay with me, Belle. He’s almost here, alright? You’re going to be fine. I promise.”Her eyelids fluttered. She didn’t speak, butshe moved her head in a sluggish nod. A low, airy hum slipped through her lips—a soft, desperate sound that nearly shattered me. Her eyes weren’t completely shut. She was trying.Trying so hard not to give in. To stay awake. To stay alive.The door behind us banged open.Alejandro burst in, his chest heaving, his ey
MEANDRAI took in multiple breaths, finally being able to breathe properly. The hallway outside Alejandro’s room was silent, filled with only the thud of my footsteps as I rushed away. The air felt thinner here, less suffocating than the thick tension I’d just escaped. But I wasn’t steady yet.My mind still reeled from the sight of Jasquire, her calculated smile, the way Alejandro had shoved her hand away — the sound of it still echoed behind my ribs. I moved down the hallway with slow, measured steps, the worn floorboards creaking faintly beneath my feet.Would she come after me? My mind was still stuck on what had happened, wondering..Would Jasquire storm down that hallway, furious and entitled, simply because she had seen me with him? My mind circled around the image—her eyes narrowing, lips twisting in that too-sweet smile that never quite reached her gaze. I had seen that look before.I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking until I felt the cold bite of air on my skin. M
MEANDRAThe silence in the room was thick, almost suffocating, pierced only by the sound of heavy, uneven breathing — mine.Then came the sharp crack of a door slamming.I flinched violently.The sudden noise echoed through the quiet, jolting my already-frayed nerves. My head snapped to the side, eyes darting toward the source of the sound.The bathroom door — just slightly ajar now — glowed faintly from the light inside. He had gone in there. I saw his silhouette disappear behind the frame, followed by the hush of running water.I looked away facing the door.I blinked, letting out a shaky breath, though it did little to calm me. If anything, the air tasted stale and bitter, like I was breathing in guilt.My shoulders sagged with relief, but it was short-lived.My hands still trembled.The fear hadn’t yet worn off. I could feel it in the way my fingertips twitched when I tried to brush my hair out of my face.I was trying to gather myself, to feel normal, but my body refused to obey.
MeandraI snapped my eyes open. My eyebrows furrowed immediately I stared up at the unfamiliar lights above my head. I didn’t have these types of lights in my room.A deep, uneasy feeling stirred inside me. I wiggled my fingers, clenching them tightly into fists and then relaxing them, trying to gain control of my body, trying to make everything feel real.Everything started coming back to me in fragments, flooding my mind in blurry flashes. Panic gripped my chest as I struggled to push myself into a sitting position.I passed out... I remembered that much.I had been holding onto someone — someone warm, someone breathing — but who? Who could that have been? My mind raced, trying to piece the puzzle together, as my eyes wandered around the familiar yet unfamiliar room.Everything wasn’t exactly clear, but it wasn’t blurry either — just a sickening, foggy in-between.My head pounded, every throb sending sharp waves of pain through my temples. But despite the hammering inside my skull,
ALEJANDROShe almost dropped to her knees but I caught her.“Meandra,” I called, my voice sharp as I shook her to get her attention. To snap her out of this madness. She had never been this close and to think she was comfortable enough to press her body against mine.She made me run mad when she’s not by me, filling my thoughts now she’s taking up my personal space. Unbelievable.“Meandra,” I shook her.She didn’t move.Not even a twitch.I lowered my head to look at her. Her eyebrows twitched, furrowed for a second before slowly relaxing, as though she had fought with the last strength she had to stay awake.To let another person be in control of her body.“Meandra,” I shook her once more but her eyes didn’t snap open, nor did she fight. She just stayed there, her head dropping backwards, her hands at her sides. As I shook her, her body moved like a puppet whose strings were cut off.For one heart-stopping second, I just stared.She’s unconscious.Then instinct roared to life.Carefu