🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)
“re-lease the palace workers and have them treated!” The king ordered to the guards in charge of the maids that were kept in the dungeon.
Most of the girls had pas-sed out while the others were ba-rely unconscious.
The wh!pping had really affected them so badly and one didn’t nee-d to be told how painful it must have been.
They all had long marks that definitely would turn to scars that might never re-move. They were bleeding.
“Yes my king.” The guards bowed in obeisance while the king walked away.
The king got to his room and sat on his chair. He ran his f!ngersthrou-gh his silky hair and went into de-ep thoughts.
What exactly is happening to him?
Why’s he feeling this way with the confessor. Roseline was right. He is beginning to go soft with her and it was never his intention or even in his agenda that he would go soft towards his enemy sister.
Even if she had saved his life, he is still gonna punish her severely and eventually kill her.
The thought of kill her suddenly left a bitter taste in the king’s mouth; he didn’t feel that vengeful spirit and zeal when he used to think about how her death should be.
Now suddenly, he’s feeling…what he doesn’t even un-derstand.
He took scrolls from the table and started working on them.
He has to do something to get him distracted. He has to make sure to get the confessor out of his psyche.
He suddenly remembered the k!sshe shared with the confessor, he scoffed out loud and sighed.
He had k!$$£d the confessor!
What exactly is controlling him?
He didn’t even know why he had k!$$£d her but he found himself longing to have a taste of her lusciousl-ips.
And he didn’t even know the invisible f0rç£ that had made him k!ssher – for long.
What has come over him?
He hopes that sooner, he’d know how to handle things the way they are supposed to be.
Isabelle sighed tiredly and la-id lightly on her be-d, with her head on the pillow and lying straight ; staring directly at the ceiling.
Her encounter with the prince suddenly crawled and she felt goosebu-mps.
The prince had looked so desperate when he told her he wants to have s*k with her.
She wouldn’t lie, she felt a bit scared. She doesn’t want to anger the prince or be in the prince bad book but at the same time, she doesn’t want to endanger her life by slee-ping with the prince.
What would happen if the king eventually finds out?
What’s gonna be her fate?
The king for sure wouldn’t spare her, he would surely give her a slow and painful death.
She hopes the prince doesn’t blackmail her to the king and make the king punish her too.
Even if badly she wants the Rada’han to be taken away from around her n£¢k, she still doesn’t want to get in trouble. She’d just bear the consequences of being a sister to her sister; Tabitha.
She has to accept her fate that she’s destined to suffer and die.
She has to learn how to accept that no matter how ha-rd she wants to ignore it and choose not the believe, she’s no longer a confessor – not when her powers have been caged.
She just has to bear.
Isabelle stood up and stared at herself in the mirror.
She re-moved the scarf that was tied loosely on her head and sighed.
The big bandaged was still there. She trailed her hand to the bandaged and she bur-sted into tears.
She didn’t know exactly why she was crying but she felt bad and at the same time, angry with the current situation of her head.
Her hair was scR@p£d off so as to allow the bandage to he fixed and now, she had to wear a scarf over her head.
And even in this condition, she had sided Roseline.
Just in the space of a few days, she had escaped death twice.
What has she done to warrant such?
She wiped net tears and wore back the scarf on her head.
Suddenly she heard a loud knock on her door.
She walked towards the door and opened it. A guard was standing in front of her with the mean face as usual.
“Princess Rayna said you should get re-ady in five minutes and meet her at the palace gates. Five minutes and don’t be late.” He said icily and before Isabelle could utter a word, he was alre-ady gone and so, she just clamped her mouth shut and swallowed whatever words she intended to say, or rather, asked.
“What does the princess want with me?” She grumbled as she pu-ll-ed her clothes and started ruffling throu-gh her wooden wardrobe in search of a better cloth to wear.
“I hope it’s not archery, I don’t have power for that today.” She mumbled to herself again.
Roseline sat on her be-d, still nursing her sl@pped cheek.
Because of the confessor, the king had raised his hand and sl@pped her ha-rd .
She still felt so angry and bittered about it.
She nee-ds to deal mercilessly with the confessor and put her in her right place. She has to make sure the confessor doesn’t l@ywith the king.
But how’s she gonna achieve that?
She gro-an ed miserably when she couldn’t think of something better.
She just wants to deal with the confessor, if it means causing her lots of pains.
What if she gets rid of the confessor?
No, she shook her head negatively.
The king might know and have my head cut off.
She doesn’t want to die but become the queen so she can have powers and give orders.
She wants to rule and be in charge.
The truth is that, anytime Roseline sees the confessor, she always has insecurities because of how pretty the confessor looked.
She agreed begrudgingly that the confessor, even without makeup or any expensive jewelries on, she still looked pretty.
She knew if the king continues to have s*k with her, he might start to feel an attra-ction towards her and all her ha-rd work over the years would be for nothing – it would go down the drain because of the stupid confessor.
She sighed and stared at the br@celet in her hand.
She sm-irked and walked towards her old wardrobe that she wasn’t using any longer but hid things.
She withdrew a sledgehammer and sm-irked.
She placed the br@celet on the floor and as she made to hit the br@celet, the door of her room flung opened, leaving her in daze.
She g@sped in fright and dropped the sledgehammer.
As she stared at his face, she knew she was done for, she was alre-ady in trouble.
The maids were taken to a very big hall and be-ds were arranged in it according to the number of maids that were there.
“After the cruel punishment from the king, none of us were found guilty. The king’s cruelty is becoming too much. It’s rather I go back to my poor mother’s hut than to continue to suffer here and who knows? Eventually die, perhaps even for what I didn’t do.” Sofia, a maid whimpered as they all sat forlornly on their respective be-ds.
Sofia was known to be a very quiet lady who minded her business but hearing her speak up with so much hate and bitterness in her voice, everyone turned to stare at her.
“I agree with Sofia. I’m leaving the palace too. The bruises I have because of what I don’t know about, might never heal. I’ll rather leave the palace and sell on the streets than to continue to leave in this hell hole they call a palace.” Benita, another maid added and sniffled her tears loudly.
Different painful voices filled the hall as the maids said at once in pain.
All of them were really tired of living in the palace. They knew they had to voice out their opinions to the king even if it means death.
They’ve experienced punishment even worse than death.
“We have to unite and voice out to the king that we no longer want to leave in the palace.” Sofia said and they all chorused a big yes.
The guards entered with the medicine men and he looked shocked as he stared at the maids that looked really sick and pale.
Some of them couldn’t even seat as they la-id on the be-d. They were all weak and had sad and pained faces.
The medicine man shook his head sadly and proceeded in treating the maids even if he knew it would take a lot of time.
“Roseline?” The king thun-dered angrily with a de-ep scowl on his face.
He looked so enraged that even a blind man doesn’t nee-d to be told how angry and furious he looked.
His hand was alre-ady in a ti-ght fist that all his vains sh0t out. He looked as if he would kill Roseline.
“My king.” Roseline stuttered in great fear and her knees sunk to the floor with her hands clasped together.
She was alre-ady perspiring seriously and she was visibly shaken.
She swore at herself because she had carelessly forgotten to lock her door.
The king would have knocked before coming in if he had seen that her door was locked, and it would have made her put away the things before she finally opened the door.
But now, she was bur-sted– so done for.
“It’s not what you think.” She whimpered and bowed her head, ma-king her long hair scattered all over her face, covering p@rt of her face.
“It’s not what I think when I can clearly see it?” He asked coldly, his voice low but filled with anger and coldness.
“I c@m£ to your room just this morning to ask if you took the confessor’s br@celet and you denied ever seeing it.
I persisted you, telling you to tell me the truth so I would spare you but what did you do? You lied to my face.
You still insisted that you didn’t take it. And now, I suddenly walk into your be-droom and I found you about to destroy the br@celet that you claimed you haven’t even seen or taken!” The king lashed out angrily glaring ha-rd on her.
“I’m sorry my king… plea-se forgive me.” She sobbe-d silently, her gaze still on the floor.
The king kept quiet and took slow strides towards her. He got to where she knelt and f0rç£fully pu-ll-ed her up r0ûghly by her arm.
Roseline j£rked in fright because she wasn’t expecting his reactions since her gaze was on the floor and her hair scattered all over her face.
“I’m gonna deal with you Roseline; for hurting the confessor, stealing her br@celet and lying to my face.” The king growled as he held her jaw sharply to stare at his face but she dare not.
“I’m really sorry my King…it wasn’t intentional. I’m really sorry. It wouldn’t happen again.” She cried out.
She winced loudly as his gr!pp£dti-ght£ñed around her arm and his other have firmly on her jaw.
“No amount of begging and sorry would make me forgive you.” He snapped and pushed her r0ûghly. She staggered and fell ha-rd on her bu-tt.
She whimpered fretfully and let out all her tears like rainfall.
The side of her arm the king had held was bleeding alre-ady and she almost screamed in fright.
She hated blood, she hated seeing it, especially on her b©dy.
“Jeffrey!” The king called out and Jeffrey walked in and bowed before the king.
“Lock up Roseline, make sure she doesn’t go out and no one comes in, not even the queen.
I’ll instruct you on when to re-lease her and that would be when I’m about to pas-s judgement upon her. The king said with so much coldness in his authoritative voice.
“Yes my king.” Jeffrey bowed.
“My king, no plea-se I’m sorry. Don’t do this to me I beg of you.” Roseline wailed and tried to t©uçh the king’s leg but Jeffrey gr@bb£d her, therefore, restricting her.
The king stared at her for a while before walking out of her room.
“Get your hands off me! Don’t t©uçh me!” She rasped angrily and yanked her hand away from Jeffery’s.
She looked at the br@celet with a disgusting and angry look. She stepped aggressively on it before walking to her be-d.
She hvgged her knees and buried her head in between them and sobbe-d bitterly.
“Don’t you dare cross that gate!” The king’s authoritative voice made princess Rayna and Isabelle to st©p dead on their track.
They both looked towards the direction where the voice had come and they both found the king up in the balcony, staring down at them, with his hands behind his back.
“Rayna, don’t you know the confessor isn’t fit to be going about? She’s still recovering and you wanna take her out probably for her to teach you archery?
She’s going nowhere!” The king said, his eyes directly towards the princess.
“Confessor, meet me in my room.” And with that said, they didn’t see the king again as he had left.
Princess Rayna gro-an ed and exhaled sharply.
“I guess another time my princess.” Isabelle said tiredly. She was glad the king had come to bet rescue. Truth is that, she was feeling weak and didn’t want to accompany the princess but at the same time, she couldn’t say no.
But thank goodness, the king had come to her rescue.
“Yeah.” Princess Rayna mouthed and they both walked back into the palace.
“King Ceasar is soon gonna pay you a visit and you’ve got to leave even if it’s for a short while. Just go somewhere with the red sisters and stay for a short while and once the king doesn’t find you, he’d definitely go back.
Then, you would hatch a plan to successfully kill him.” The spy said to king Miley with a bow.
“You hypocrite!” King Miley hissed.
The spy was shocked.
Has he said something wrong that might have offended the king?
“How dare you tell me to go into hiding just because of king Ceasar? I’m not a coward and I’m not afraid of him.
Let him come, I’d be re-ady to face him. I ain’t scared of him – you should know that by now.” King Miley boasted angrily.
“I’m sorry my Lord.” The spy apologized.
“We should think of a plan to finally get rid of the king and not telling me to hide with the red sisters.” The king said.
“Yes my Lord.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” King Ceasar asked, scrutinizing Isabelle with his eyes.
Isabelle felt uncomfortable with the way he stared at her because it made her feel n-ked.
On the other hand, she looked confused.
She was kneeling before the king in his room and she didn’t know why he summoned her.
“I don’t un-derstand you my king. Tell you what?” Isabelle voiced out her confusion.
“Why didn’t you tell me prince Kalen has been ma-king advances towards you? Why didn’t you tell me?” The king asked quietly but coldly.
Isabelle looked shocked.
Huh? How did the king find out?
She tried to speak but no words c@m£ out.
“I… didn’t…think it was necessary to tell you and I didn’t think you would believe me.” She finally stuttered nervously.
“Really? It wasn’t necessary right? It would have been necessary if he had succeeded in ra-ping you today right?” The king yelled angrily.
“Huh! What?” Isabelle g@sped in shock.
The prince was gonna r@p£ her?
So, the king like saved Isabelle? 🤭
🩸The Last Confessor🗡️