All Chapters of No Escape From Fate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

But I wasn’t going to say that out loud—I value my hands too much.“Alright, enough about me,” Iolanta suddenly remembered herself. “I actually came with your schedule.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.“What schedule?” I asked, peering at the paper but understanding nothing.“Well, Karadeylis needs to get to know the girls better, and the girls need to get to know him too. So they’re making schedules for shared activities—for closer acquaintance,” the brunette explained. “Look—today you’re free, but tomorrow you have a walk and lunch with the king in the garden. So… what should we do today?” she asked with interest, biting into a bun.“Can we go to Briol, to the market?” I smiled. “I want to buy a small gift for a newly formed family.” I couldn’t help thinking of yesterday’s lovebirds and Karadeilis’s unexpected generosity.“Fine,” Io clicked her tongue. “You’ll get your Briol.”After finishing breakfast and feeding Figaro, we got ready. I once agai

“Done buying everything already?” the blond guard grumbled. Today, he was also our personal porter for uncontrolled shopping.“Yes,” I answered quickly. “By the way, do you happen to know where Ogis lives?”“Usually in the barracks,” the guy scratched his head. “But here’s the thing… Yesterday we were told that he apparently got married to some girl and was given a month off. His parents live not far from mine. About a forty-minute walk from here.”“No. Not today,” I decided after a moment. “They need some time. We won’t interfere just yet.”“Hey everyone!” we heard a cheerful voice. “Out for a walk?”“Hi! Yes. What are you doing here?” I asked the guard.“I’m on city duty today,” Yaro replied brightly—then froze mid-sentence. “Iolanta?” His brows shot up when the brunette turned toward him.“Hi,” Io said shyly.“Damn! Is that really you?!” the blond couldn’t believe his eyes. I saw Yafi roll his eyes irritably. “You’re gorgeous! How many years has it been since we last saw each other

“But we’re already married… And I feel like I owe him a marital duty now. But when it comes down to it, I chicken out like a complete coward!”“You won’t be able to run away from him forever,” I smile gently at my friend. “There will come a moment when your barriers fall. Just trust your husband and try not to overthink it. Listen only to your body and your soul—trust your sensations.”“It’s just… the circumstances too,” the brunette admits. “That evening, when Karadeylis married us, we left the palace. Ogis didn’t drag me to the barracks, and not to his parents either. We stayed in a beautiful hotel and all night we just… talked, kissed, and…” She blushed to the tips of her ears. “My husband made me feel good. But I couldn’t… not right away!” she sighs.“The next day, we went to his parents to tell them about the wedding. They were completely stunned—at that point Ogis didn’t even have a steady girlfriend, and suddenly he had a wife! They thought I was just one of his temporary fling

His face was covered with numerous ugly inflamed pimples, on top of other purely physical deformities. I wondered whether he had been born like this, or if it was the result of some terrible disease.Suddenly, my attention was caught by one particularly large pimple on his chin. It was red, with a white, pus-filled center. And then—right before my eyes—that center burst, splattering its contents onto the table near the king’s hand. The man was still lost in thought, calmly chewing his food, completely unaware of what had happened, while I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the disgusting sight, fighting the urge to throw up.But my horrified fascination reached its peak when I saw that clean skin quickly formed where the pimple had burst… and then, just as quickly, another huge, festering pimple began to form in the exact same place, threatening to erupt again!That couldn’t be possible. Pimples simply don’t form, burst, and reform again within minutes. Something else was going on here.

My man comes to me. I already know he is mine—only he could do what he does to me.But tonight we don’t go far; we only kiss passionately, savoring our tender moment. I wrap my arms around his neck, but he pulls back, takes my hand, and leads me out of the room.We find ourselves in the throne hall, and again I see a man and a woman, as well as some young man and a little girl. Once more, a quarrel breaks out. Everyone argues and shouts, while the girl with clear gray eyes looks at me.Suddenly I hear a soft crackling sound—the same one I heard before. The little girl’s face changes. She is afraid and crying, while the adults continue to argue, paying her no attention.A grimace of pain twists her beautiful child’s face. She writhes, covering her ears, and I hear her desperate scream:“Isabella!!!”The girl approaches the arguing people, who also begin to writhe in pain, and shock overwhelms me as I see them start to fuse together! They look like sculptures made of raw clay, as if a f