🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)
Episode 45
Naya sat on the dusty floor of the palace dungeon. She has been crying her eyes out because of fear of the unknown.
She didn’t know what the king was going to do to her.
She was chained and it hurts her. Her hands and legs were hurting really bad because of the chain. Blood was alre-ady dripping from the cut she sustained from the chain, to the floor.
She winced and muffled her tears. Her eyes were hurting and her head was pounding as if people were running a marathon on her head. She knew her eyes would have been bulgy and red because of how ha-rd and long she had cried.
“Hey, plea-se I nee-d water.” She called lowly to the guard that was watching over her. The guard pretended not to hear her.
“plea-se, I’m dying of thirst. I fear my throat would split into two if I don’t drink water.” She cried out, more loudly this time.
Her voice was more like a croaky whisper and she had even found it difficult to talk but she had to.
“Just keep quiet okay? The king ordered that you shouldn’t drink or eat anything to he is re-ady to punish you. If you utter any word again, I’ll flog you till you pas-s out.” The guard said coldly at last. And that made Naya to shiver in fear.
Her b©dy was aching her so badly even when she hasn’t been flogged. What if she’s been flogged?
The thought brou-ght more shivers to her b©dy and she decided to keep mute.
She was helpless and she wished the king would tamper justice with mercy on her.
She felt so scared and regretful.
If she knew that the king would be angry because of what had happened to Isabelle, she wouldn’t have thought of it even in her dream or imagination.
See what jealousy had landed her into.
She regretted ever attempting to kill what belongs to the king.
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Isabelle woke up the next morning feeling a lot better and energized.
She ru-bbe-d her eyes and yawned lightly.
She made to turn but she noticed that the king wasn’t lying beside her.
She tried to remember what had happened the previous night and all the things that happened and they c@m£ rushing in.
She had pas-sed out while the king was still drilling her so badly. She was so weak and she didn’t know when had pas-sed out.
And the king, he had allowed her to sleep on his be-d and she was even putting on a shi-t that she didn’t even know who owns it because she was sure she has never seen the king wear a shi-t.
She sat on the be-d and stretched out her b©dy.
She climbe-d down from the be-d and because of the fast pace she had moved, she felt a sharp pain in between her legs.
The pains were still there but it wasn’t worse as it was the previous day.
Just then, the door flung opened and Roseline barged in angrily.
She glared angrily at Isabelle and fumed.
“You who-re! What are you doing in the king’s room?” Roseline rasped angrily and moved closer to Isabelle and pu-ll-ed her r0ûghly by her hair.
“Ha! Let me go.” Isabelle winced, holding the root of her hair so it wouldn’t hurt very well.
“What the hell are you doing in the king’s room and even on his be-d because I Know that you sle-pt on his be-d!” Roseline rasped angrily still gripping ti-ght on Isabelle’s hair.
It felt as if all the hairs on Isabelle’s head would pu-ll out if Roseline doesn’t st©p pu-lling her ha-rd by the hair.
“My lady, the king asked me to lie on his be-d.” Isabelle said, in a little whisper.
She was almost at the verge of tears but she didn’t want to look weak in front of Roseline. She hated looking weak in front of people especially the ones who treats her badly.
It’s only in front of king Ceasar that she becomes really weak and shows her fears because she dre-ads him and she’s always nervous around him.
“You shameless who-re! Why would the king permit you to sleep on his be-d? Did you bewitch him?” Roseline yelled. Her face was red in anger and her nose was flaring up because of how angry she looked.
Her eyes in Isabelle held so much hatred and jealousy.
Suddenly, Roseline eyes caught with the br@celet in Isabelle’s wrist and she felt her blood boil angrily.
The king had never given her any gift but he gave a confessor a br@celet? Even if she knew it wasn’t expensive, she still felt angry. Why would the king give the confessor a gift?
“I swear, I didn’t do anything. I had plea-sured the king last night and because of how tired I was, he let me sleep on his be-d.” Isabelle said and winced slightly.
Isabelle thought she was doing a good thing telling Roseline that because she thought it would make her pity her but little did she know that, her words angered and stung Roseline badly.
“How dare you?” Roseline yelled and with that anger, she pushes Isabelle r0ûghly and Isabelle not having stamina, tumbled and hit her head ha-rd against the king’s table.
Because of the f0rç£ she had used to hit her head, she had a de-ep cut and blood started oozing out.
Roseline panicked as she stared at Isabelle who was half unconscious alre-ady with her hand on her bleeding head.
“Oh my!” Roseline panicked. As Isabelle la-id unconscious on the floor, Roseline looked around the room like someone watching out so she wouldn’t get caught, she walked over to Isabelle and took the br@celet away from her wrist. She sm-irked and hid it un-der her garment before running out of the room.
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“Any information about Salome?” The king asked Jeffrey as he walked slowly along the hallway that leads to his chamber.
“Yes my king, I was planning on telling you later.” Jeffrey bowed his head.
The king abruptly st©pped walking and turned to look at Jeffrey whose head was bowed – he dare not stare right back at the king except he wants to be beheaded.
“Go on, tell me what you know.” The king urged.
“Well, Salome is back to the mansion and since she returned the previous day, she wouldn’t talk, not even to her master. She had come unnoticed by anyone and when her master tried asking her of her whereabouts, she just kept quiet like she was dumb.” Jeffrey narrated.
The king sighed and went into a de-ep thought.
Does Salome know something but she’s not willing to talk?
“Her master told you these?” The king asked, after a short silence.
“Yes my king.” Jeffrey answered curtly.
“Prepare my carriage, we are paying Salome a visit and I’m gonna make sure I get all the necessary information I nee-d. My mind tells me she knows something but she’s scared to speak, probably because she was threatened.” The king reasoned and Jeffrey nodded his head in agreement.
“Go now!” He ordered.
“Okay, my king.” He bowed his head and turned towards another direction.
“And Jeffrey…” The king suddenly called, ma-king Jeffrey st©p.
“Tell the confessor to get dress too, she’s coming with me.” The king said.
“Alright my king.” Jeffrey bowed and walked away.
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Who’s gonna save Isabelle? And if the king finds out what Roseline did, what do you think her punishment would be⁉️.
And what punishment would you like for her to be given⁉️.
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Episode 46
“I get it that the confessor is the head of us now and she belongs to the king, she doesn’t even come to the kitchen again to even as-sist with even the littlest work.
She wouldn’t even still be pres£nt to serve the royal family food too and the king wouldn’t even say anything.” One of the chefs, gr-unted as she poured the washed turkey in the boiling water.
“Exactly my thoughts! It’s unfair you know. And according to what I heard about the confessor when she was about to be brou-ght here, I heard the king was gonna be maltreating her real ha-rd .
I heard he’s gonna be treating her badly and eventually kill her.” Another chef said with a snort.
“Yeah. But with what I’ve been seeing, I haven’t seen the king punish her real ha-rd like he’s supposed to do. I don’t know if the confessor has finally bewitched the king.” The first one that had spoken, said with a frown on her face as she added the spicy to the turkey.
“St©p speaking ill of the confessor okay? Just focus on doing your work and not going about gossiping about. Don’t you know the confessor is unwell after what Naya did to her? You should be glad that you’re not in the dungeon with the other chefs.
If I were you, I would just focus on my duty and not gossip about.” Mia suddenly ch!pped in. She rolled her eyes at the girls and hissed.
They were just three of them that the king had re-leased so they can prepare breakfast for the royal family but they were un-der strict watchful eyes on them.
But it doesn’t mean the king wasn’t gonna punish them. When they are done cooking and serving, they would be esc-rted to the dungeon too.
But they were glad that they would away from the dungeon for at least, an hour.
“Just mind your business okay? We didn’t ask you to interfere.” The first lady, hissed angrily and sh0t Mia a hateful glare.
“Why wouldn’t she take sides with the confessor when they are friends and the confessor had bewitched her too.” The second lady scoffed.
“Just do whatever you’re doing and don’t land yourselves in trouble because of your leaking mouths.” Mia mocked and stuck out her ton-gue at them.
They were visibly angry but they couldn’t do anything and so, they just kept quiet and focused on their jobs respectively.
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Jeffrey g@sped in shock when he entered the king’s room and found Isabelle unconscious on the floor and blood on the floor. Where she la-id was covered in blood and fear gr!pp£dhim.
Without hesitating, he carried her up in a bridal style and dashed out of the king’s room.
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“She had really hit her head so bad and it would take weeks for the thing to heal.” The doctor said and took a quic-k glance at Isabelle who was slee-ping on the be-d with a bandage on the side of her head that was injured.
The doctor had induced her and so, she was asleep. Thank goodness, the doctor had arrived on time and started treatment immediately.
Isabelle’s breathing was low and ba-rely audible. She looked so pale and her face had a different look.
The side of the de-ep cut, her hair there were cut off so the doctor could bandage her injured head properly.
“It’s a miracle she’s alive.” The king muttered to the king who just stared blankly at Isabelle unconscious form.
The doctor still found it ha-rd to believe that Isabelle had survived despite the fact that, she had lost a lot of blood; it’s indeed a miracle that she’s alive.
“She’s gonna be awake in twenty four hours because of the slee-ping pills I gave her. It would take a lot of time for her to heal completely. She’d nee-d a lot of rest and less work so she can heal fas-ter.” The doctor said, even if it seemed the king wasn’t listening to him.
But anyways, he had to speak.
“Alright.” The king breathed out.
“I’ll take my leave now my king. I’ll come back again tomorrow when I’m sure she would have been awake.” The doctor said and bowed his head.
“Alright Andy, you can leave now.” The king said plainly.
Andy bowed, arranged his equipments back into his box and walked out of the room.
The king sighed and took slow strides towards the be-d Isabelle la-id on.
She was in a different room, a bit far from the maids and palace workers quarters.
According to the doctor, she doesn’t nee-d to be disturbe-d and that was why he had brou-ght her here, a place were he doesn’t allow anyone to visit.
He stared at Isabelle’s che-st as it heaved up and down slowly and rhythmically.
Herl-ips were pale and it was torn a little. Perspiration gathered at the t©p of her head.
She was perspiring but as the king t©uçhed her hand, it felt a little bit cold.
He sighed despondently and sat beside get on the be-d.
He took his hand to her forehead and wiped off the sweat.
He held her hand in his and ca-ressed it softly.
He stared at the bandaged side of her head and he couldn’t help but feel bad.
Because of her, he didn’t pay a visit to Salome like he intended to do.
What really happened to her?
How did she hit her head that made her have such a de-ep cut?
Was she pushed or she sli-pped?
His head was muzzy because of different thoughts that c@m£ in all at once.
He was literally confused.
His eyes trailed to every p@rt of her b©dy and he couldn’t deny the fact that even in her pitiful state, she still looked pretty.
Why did she have to look so pretty?
Suddenly, his eyes trailed to her wrist and it was ba-re. The br@celet was gone.
He was clearly shocked as he continued to stare at her both wrists.
Whoever put her in this condition, wouldn’t go scott free and whosoever took the br@celet away from her wrist, would be punished severely.
He wouldn’t spare anyone that got Isabelle in that condition and who even still had the guts to take off her br@celet.
It was at that moment the king couldn’t find the br@celet that he knew someone was behind her fall and he’s gonna make sure he deals with the person.
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The next morning, Isabelle stirred awake gently and winced loudly because of the sharp pain she felt at the side of her head.
She placed her hand on her forehead and sighed tiredly.
“Isabelle, you’re awake. How are you?” The king asked, after noticing that she was fully awake.
Isabelle stared at the king confusingly.
“Huh? Who are you?” She asked with a slight frown in her face.
The king’s face dropped in shock and disappointment.
She tried to move but she felt a splitting headache and her hand went to where was bandaged.
“Who are you and what the hell happened to me?” She half yelled.
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What the hell happened to Isabelle?
Hope it’s not what I’m thinking o🤭
TBC………….😍💋💖