"Speak, Katrina!" King Spencer growls, glaring at the young woman whimpering beside his feet. "I'm not a spy my king," Katrina pleaded, she was crying profusely as she gazes at the king. Zachary was standing silently at the spot, waiting for any order the king made laid on him. "Really? Then what are you doing at my door?" King Spencer unexpectedly asked, causing Katrina to frighteningly crawl her butt backward."I... I... I was only trying to check up on you, my king!" Katrina told an untruth to him, she was intently avoiding the king's goring stares at her. Silence abruptly falls in the hallway, and the climate becomes unsettled. Only Katrina's bemoaning voice could be heard, her hands were clamped jointly as she begged the king to spare her life. "Leave!" King Spencer suddenly growled, Katrina cringed at the harsh tone of his voice as she sprang to her feet. "T-thank you my king!" She frantically thanked, then she ran off like a bat fleeing out of hell. "Why did you let her

King Spencer deepen his kiss and dug his tongue deeper into her lips as his e was highly intoxicated by the taste of her mouth —vanilla. He held her cheeks possessively, he was mentally blinded and physically drawn to linger his lips on hers. To him, the lady he was kissing was someone else and not Eleanor, whom he despised and hated. Eleanor's widened eyes were slowly dimming, her whole body was flushing with strange feelings she never could tell what it was; it was unexplainable yet bewildering. “My king!" Eleanor gasped in his mouth when she realized what was going on, she struggled to push the king who was grasping her tighter as he snake his hand around her waist and jabbed her deeper into the door. “Hm!” Eleanor's moan laced with struggle, she was making an effort to break free from him but hell no, this man was dominating her and overpowering her. She feared what might happen next, she doesn't want the king to blindly do what he desired at the moment because it will brea

"My king!" Eleanor cried out, rushing down to the king who spread motionless on the marble bare floors beside the bed. "Ugh!" King Spencer deeply groaned on the floor, his head was aching and his eyes were boiling in pain. Eleanor quickly knelt beside him, gripping his arms as she struggle to lift him to his bed —It wasn't an easy task for her, but she strongly pull through. Luckily, she was able to raise him and let him collapse flatly on his king-sized ed. "My king..." Eleanor called again worriedly, she simply watched as the king kept on tossing on his bed, his hair covering his pretty face. "Go away!" King Spencer suddenly growled, causing Eleanor to flinch and she took a step backward. "N-no, my king!" Eleanor manages to courageously protest "I can't leave you in this bad health!" She added, wanting to move closer to him. "Listen, you are my slave, huh! Just leave my room before I assault you!" The king warned, but his slave was reluctant to leave him alone to wallow in

"Come in!" The familiar cold voice ordered. Then, Amelia cheerily strides into the room with the intent to spill the reports of Eleanor being a thief to the king. However, her pleasant countenance abruptly switched to a frown when she saw how tense the room was, and she shrink slightly. "My king!" Amelia bowed at the king who sat on his bed, the king who fumed in the mouth and he was fisting his hand. King Spencer ignores Amelia, he was very furious and irate at Eleanor for having the gut to steal his late wife's bracelet which he had gifted her —It was the symbol of their love before she died! How dare she! What gave her the audacity!!! "Zachary!" He growls, and Zachary who was still in the pool of surprise took a quick step forward. "Yes, my king!" He bowed. King Spencer cast his eyes to the window, his body was boiling and he unknowingly stood to his feet as the bed coverlet slip away from his body. Hence, he ambles powerfully to the window and gazes outside with a vicious

"Madam Madison, you have to give up already," Zachary was saying, and Amaya whom he clutched in her arms freely slipped away from him. “There's nothing you could do anymore," he added. The room became noiseless, Madam Madison who was seated on the bed unhurriedly stood to her feet and she started to pack the medical kits with a grim expression. "I don't know why but I do suspect that Eleanor was accused falsely!" Willow gritted out. "You are right, if there is anyone else who could have done this then that would be Katrina," Amaya sniffed, wiping her tears from her eyes. "Hmm, why do you think so?" Willow asked. Meanwhile, Madam Madison was behaving as if she wasn't listening to their conversation but she was as she still pressing the kits into the medical box. Zachary scowled his face as he was briefly lost in a few thoughts about the whole situation, he doesn't know why but his mind tells him that the mistress is the one who planned it all. Willow shrugged "I suspect Katrina