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JASQUIREMy face flushed with embarrassment as I made my way out of Alejandro's room. I couldn't believe that he would do this to me. I was in a haze. It was hard to recover from shock as I began to button up my dress.He never even gave me time to dress up quickly before he locked me out. Just when I thought that everything was going according to plan, everything was suddenly ruined by that slave girl. I've never been more humiliated like I was now and all because of a pathetic slave girl that no cares if she lives or dies.At that moment, I was filled with so much hatred that I wasn't so sure that I could function on the spot. It's like ever since he became king. He turned into someone I couldn't even recognize.It was like I lost all trace of existence to him and just when I thought I was on the pathway of getting him back. This slave girl ruins everything. I was almost tempted to face palm myself. Father had give me one job and I wasn't able to go through with it. I hadn't been ab

MEANDRAI flinched, immediately adjusting upright. I was struggling to breathe. Maybe because I haven't fully recovered from the shock that I felt at being awoken so suddenly it maybe it was because of how icy the water was.My body was still heavy with exhaustion and I could barely move. Thankfully I had changed back into my familiar prison dress. The memories of last night flashed through my head almost immediately.I could still feel Martin's hands on my skin as he tried to force my legs to pry apart. If Alejandro hadn't spoken up at the last minute, I couldn't bring myself to imagine what would have happened.I wasn't even sure that I wanted to imagine it. He had saved you. Again. Immediately the thought crossed my mind, anger followed immediately. It was slowly beginning to give way to a silent rage. Save? He was the reason why I was in that situation in the first place! My thoughts were interrupted as I noticed a guard towering over me with a glare.Maybe I was taking too much t

ALEJANDROI had to forget Meandra.She wasn’t supposed to matter. She wasn’t supposed to linger in my mind like this.She was just a servant—a mere servant—and yet somehow, she became a thorn in my skin that I couldn’t remove.I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth as though that would force her image out of my head.I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows pressed into my knees, face buried in my palms. The room was quiet, too quiet. I began tapping my foot restlessly against the floor.Control yourself.I lifted my head and inhaled slowly. My room felt smaller than usual, like the walls were leaning in closer, pressing in on my shoulders.“She isn’t important,” I muttered under my breath.But the words felt hollow, weak. A poor attempt at self-deception. I could lie to everyone else, but not to myself.As expected, there was a knock at the door.I straightened immediately, hands sliding off my face as I jerked to my feet. “Come in,” I ordered.The door creaked open. Jasquire steppedin w

ALEJANDROIf I couldn’t forget her, then I had only one choice left.I would avoid her.Separate myself from any situation that involves her. Detach. Withdraw. Escape.It sounded easy in my head, but my chest ached with the weight of it, like I’d just carved out something vital and left it bleeding.I stood in the middle of my room, unmoving for a moment, then started pacing again. Back and forth, like a prisoner waiting on a verdict I already knew would be grim.My steps were restless, my mind louder than ever. Her face lingered behind my eyes—those eyes, that voice, the way she had looked at me last night, like she saw everything I was trying to hide.Damn it. I pressed the heel of my palm against my temple, breathing deep. I had to pull myself together.This wasn’t normal.It couldn’t be normal.I needed to call Elias.Maybe he would understand what was happening to me. Maybe he could explain why every breath I took felt shallow unless I’d seen her that day, why I couldn’t stop rep

MeandraAlejandro instructed that I sit on his bed and I did, inching towards the edge. His eyebrows furrowed, watching me. “Sit!” He ordered. I shifted and sat carefully on the bed. I refused to meet his gaze, my fingers gripping the bed sheet.Reluctantly, he reached for his trouser and pulled on them slightly before going down on one knee. The other high up. My eyes grew wide at his action but I relaxed my expression quickly before he caught it.He took my hand in his. He must have mistakenly brushed the burn because it stung.I furrowed my eyebrows, not wanting to show much pain.“It’s just a little burn,” he said, disregarding my hesitation. He held my fingers tightly, holding it in place. He looked at me, warning me not to move an inch.I took in a breath, my chest heaving up and down, bracing myself.He tilted my hand to the side, inspecting it before drawing it closely to his lips and blowing on it. “It wouldn’t hurt this much, if you didn’t get yourself hurt”.My fingers