🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)
“So princess Debby, tell me what is making you so enthusiastic like this. What’s the course of this your enthusiasm that you can’t stop grinning ever since I got here?” Sandy, princess Debby’s personal maid who’s also like her best friend, asked with a suspicious look.
Princess Debby grinned wider and fondled happily with her fingers, she looked so happy that even a blind man can tell that she’s so happy.
It was written all over her face. She was really so happy.
“Well, I’ll be getting engaged and soon, I’ll get married too. But just a king, but a powerful and mighty one. King Ceasar.” Princess Debby smiled and stared at Sandy who looked really anxious to hear what the princess would say is the reason for her happiness.
It’s very rare to see princess Debby smile because she hardly smiles. She’s always wearing a stiff face devoid of every kind of emotion and it even made the palace workers and other persons in tnr kingdom afraid of her.
She has the aura around her that makes people worship and fears her. She’s just a young lady but she acts like a matured queen who’s up to thirty years and even above.
“Really princess Debby? Wow! That’s great.” Sandy beamed happily.
She was indeed happy for her princess.
Princess Debby, some months ago, had confided in her that she likes king Ceasar but she had also let her know that it was quite impossible for the king to marry her since he was already engaged to Roseline back then.
And besides, the king didn’t even spare her a glance during the party even until it ended.
But she didn’t completely loose faith as she continued to still admire king Ceasar even in her dreams.
But then, destiny has decided to help her and she would be finally getting married to him.
“But my princess…I wanted to ask you for a request.” Sandy bit her lower lip nervously and twisted her fingers nervously like a child afraid to talk to the mother after getting into trouble.
“What is it Sandy?” Princess Debby asked keenly. Her smiling face had turned to that of worriedness. The truth is that, princess Debby likes Sandy so much and she doesn’t want anything to see her sad.
Despite the fact that princess Debby hates commoners, she loves Debby and even confide in her because Sandy is a little bit older than her.
“I want to go with you to the king’s kingdom, even if I’m maid a palace maid but all that matters is that, we are together.” Sandy said with a pout.
“Really Sandy? You shouldn’t have hesitated in telling me that you know. I thought of that
But everything changed, when Mozana ( where princess Debby is from) and the kingdom where Sandy lived, had a serious crash and a war occured.
Well, princess Debby’s uncle, king Smith won the battle and many people lost their lives and king Smith took the survivors as slaves.
Among the people that died were Sandy’s parents and being an only child with no relatives, princess Debby pleaded with her uncle to bring Sandy into the palace but her uncle only agreed on the condition that Sandy would be a personal maid to her, and her uncle had even considered Sandy was because he loves and cherish princess Debby, and not having another option, they both agreed.
And since then, the both of them have grown really fond of each other and they’re best friends.
“Thank you so much my princess. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay your kind gestures towards me.” Sandy said emotionally with a smile.
“It’s nothing. What are friends for?” Princess Debby patted her back softly.
As the both of them became quiet with no words said between them, princess Debby remenised on what her uncle her told her.
She smiled when she remembered how she had jumped happily on her uncle and thank him over and over and over again because of the sweet offer.
But she hopes everything would work out fine and the king would marry her. She just couldn’t wait to be the queen so that people would worship at her feet and adore her.
That would be great and she hopes for that day to come quickly – if possible, that very day and minute.
“”What happened? And you’re gonna tell me nothing but the truth.” King Ceasar asked Isabelle who sat gloomily on the bed, with her empty plates of different kinds of vegetables delicacies, at the corner of the bed on a small stool.
“Well, I overheard Ciara discussing with her two friends who are also chefs, that they were gonna set Choice, one of the chefs too, because of the reasons I didn’t know.
I barged in and confronted Ciara. But I saw her gently and calmly collect a small knife trying to stsb me with it. Her two friends ran away and soon,we started fighting.
She almost killed me and at that minute not being in my right state of psyche, I successfully took the knife and stabbed her with it and besides, she was gonna do that to me too.
It wasn’t intentional my king. I would never do a thing like that intentional.” Isabelle’s cracked as guilt filled her face.
She loved so innocent and she had a sad countenance on.
“Are you really telling me the truth confessor?” The king groaned lightly.
“Yes my king.” Isabelle replied with a nod.
No words were said between them again.
“Do you believe me my king?” Isabelle asked, not even knowing what gave her the guts to even ask him such a question. But then again, her mind was troubled.
“That’s for me to decide. But don’t get your hopes too high.” King Ceasar huffed at her while she just nodded her.
Truly, she couldn’t get her hopes high because the king is unpredictable.
Ciara smiled to herself as the thought came into her mind. She was just laying lonely on her bed,thinking about different mischievous act to use on the confessor.
She wasn’t willing to give up.
“Yes!” She jumped up happily but she screamed out in sharp pain because of the cut that she’s still healing.
She groaned and laid back on the bed.
“But I’ll need the prince help in this and I’m sure he’s gonna agree to it. Prince Kalen is gonna be a part of the plan.” Ciara did a lop-sided smirk, staring at the ceiling.
*Don’t get your hopes too high.*🥺🥺
Is the king still gonna punish Isabelle⁉️
What is Ciara planning to do that she has to think of involving prince Kalen⁉️ 🤔🤔
“Tell Ciara, the maid that I send for her. I want her here in immediately.” King Ceasar ordered Draco.
“Yes my king.” Draco bowed his head.
“And don’t forget, you’re gonna fill me in on everything about Muzana kingdom – their latest indulgent.
I want every accurate details.” The king said.
“Alright my king.” Draco bowed and walked out of the library.
The king stood up from the chair he was seating on and walked around the library, staring at the library like it’s his first time being in there.
The truth was that, he wasn’t really staring at the library, but he was actually in a deep thought.
He went to the shelf and touched the big books, raging from history, supernatural and other kinds of books.
He was really a fan of reading, even right from his childhood days. He had always preferred reading than training with his father with sword or even archery.
He never really liked any of those, but being the next king, he had to learn them – and good for him, he learnt it dutifully.
His hand settled for a supernatural book and he gently withdrew it from his shelf. He dusted off the dirt; which wasn’t on it.
He opened the first page and the picture he saw captivated him.
Still staring at the book, he sat down back on his chair and flipped open the second page and then, he started reading, with all seriousness.
“The king sent for you and he wants you now.” Draco said to Ciara who pretended to be feeling pains.
It looked so real that Draco was almost forced to even pity her. She was really a good actress.
But just as she heard what Draco had said, her head made a loud bang sound.
What! She nearly screamed out in shock but she was quick to to clamp her mouth shut.
“Let’s go. You wouldn’t want to keep the king waiting and make him upset.” Draco’s voice jolted her out of her reverie.
She felt so nervous and her head was already spinning with different thoughts flashing through her psyche.
“Alright.” She breathes out at last and stood up from her bed, so feebly.
She slowly wore her slippers and started toward the door, with her heart beating rapidly against her chest.
She didn’t know why she was entirely so scared and nervous.
The king wasn’t gonna harm her, was he?
“Do you have any idea why he sent for me?” Ciara forced herself to ask, as if felt like it was difficult for her to speak.
“No, he didn’t say.” Draco replied with a shrug.
Ciara sighed and rubbed her sweaty palms together.
She had to increase her steps to catch up with Draco who was a bit ahead of her.
He’s just gonna ask of your well-being – who knows? Her mind whispered to her and that seems to do the trick as her mind relaxed a little.
As they drew nearer to the king’s room, her heartbeat increased and she felt like running away.
The king dropped the book he was reading quietly on his table.
Draco had informed him that Ciara was already here in his room.
He stood up elegantly and as he walked out of his library, his kingly regalia flowed along with him, giving him that aura of superiority and power.
“You can leave now Draco.” The king said lowly and Draco without hesitating, bowed his head and walked out of the room leaving the king and Ciara.
“My king.” Ciara bowed immediately they were alone. She tried as much as possible not to be nervous but bold. After all, she didn’t commit any crime.
Maybe the king was just gonna ask after her well-being and her healing wound.
She exhaled softly and stared at the king.
Suddenly, she felt a stinging slap on her face and her eyes almost popped out from it’s socket because of the shock.
Her hand went to her slapped cheek and she nursed it soothingly, with her eyes dilating in shock.
“Don’t you ever look directly into my eyes except you want a death wish.” The king said lowly but his voice was so cold that it sent shiver down her spine.
“I’m…sorry…my king.” Her voice cracked as she continued to soothed her cheek that would probably have gone red by now.
Not wanting to receive another stinging and painful slap, she kept her gaze on the floor.
“Now, you’re gonna tell me everything that transpired between you and the confessor that led to you being stabbed.” The king threw at her, with his face devoid of every kind of emotion.
Cold shiver ran down Ciara’s spine and she shivered in fear.
Was she to lie to the king?
“You had better not lie to me.” The king added gruffly.
Did the king read her mind?
She was so shocked and speechless – she had not expected the king to interrogate her but punish the confessor instead for almost trying to kill her.
She really so confused on what to say.
She felt another stinging slap again – but this time, it was deafening and very painful from the first one.
She gasped in pain and then, tears rolled down her cheeks.
She took a quick glance at the king and she was overly frightened by his cold and hard look.
“Start talking if you don’t want your tongue out of your mouth!” The king smacked at her.
Knowing the king wasn’t blabbing, she felt more scared that she even felt like peeing on her panties.
“Well… Isabelle started it first…” She began with a loud gulp, her head faced down with tears streaming down her face and putting on the most innocent look she could put on.
Jeffery sat under the big almond tree with the wind blowing gently.
He stared at the sky which was grey. He looked sad and one could tell by just looking at him.
His mind was troubled and filled with different thoughts.
He placed his hand on his jaw as he continued to stare at the sky which was free of birds.
“Hey, what are you doing outside alone?” Jeffery shuddered and turned to see Roseline standing behind him with a scrawl on her face.
He sighed and didn’t reply her.
“What is it?” She asked calmly, seeing his full look.
It was the first time she was actually caring about him.
She doesn’t even ask about his well-being even if he is in a dull or sober mood but today was different. She didn’t know why she wanted to know what was troubling him.
Still, he didn’t reply her but drew invisible lines in the ground with his legs.
“Find if you don’t want to talk!” She hissed angrily and made to walk away when Jeffery’s question made her stand rooted at her spot.
“Did you terminate my baby?”
Okay, what’s Ciara gonna tell the king ⁉️Would she lie or say the truth⁉️
And what would be Roseline answer to Jeffery⁉️ 🤔
And why didn’t she tell Jeffery she wasn’t pregnant all along even after knowing the truth? What was really her reason for doing so⁉️