🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)
Episode 41
“Jeffrey.” King Ceasar called and Jeffrey walked in immediately with his head bowed in obeisance before the king.
“Yes my king.” He answered.
“You may rise.” The king said and turned to face him where he sat on his chair.
“When the Salome, the singer leave?” He asked, tapping his foot soundlessly on the floor.
“She left immediately you were poisoned and struggling to stay alive. In fact, she had ran away in a haste and when we tried to go after her, she alre-ady left with her guards. She looked suspicious as she ran away.” Jeffrey said.
“Hmm.” The king drummed his f!nger on his desk in de-ep thoughts.
Salome had ran away?
“I want you to get her. I want her in my palace in three hours.” The king instructed coldly.
“My king, myself and two other guards had gone to the mansion she leaves but we were told she hasn’t returned since the day she left here. Her master was even surprised that she hasn’t returned and he said he was even about to pay you a visit concerning Salome but when I told him about your condition, he decided to stay back.” Jeffrey reported.
“Something’s really fishy here and I’m gonna uncover it soon. If they are trying to pl@ysmart with me, I’ll tell them that I’m more smarter.
In the evening, tell all the maids and chefs to as-semble at the meeting Hall. None of them must be abs£nt or late. Have I made myself clear?” The king breathed out.
“Yes my king.” He bowed.
“You may leave.”
“Thank you my king.”
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Roseline wore her beautiful white lacy corset dress and smiled. It was a little revea-ling but she didn’t mind: in fact, she liked it and that was the reason she had bought it.
She’s gonna make the king l@ywith her no matter what. She’s sure all the maids would have been in their rooms having their short siesta and she’s sure too that not even the confessor would be with the king.
She loos£ned the ribbon holding her hair and her long wavy hair fell down freely down her shoulders, ma-king her look really h0t.
She smiled at her beautiful appearance and she couldn’t be more plea-sed.
All she wants is to get pregnant for the king so that the king can marry her quic-kly. She doesn’t want the king to one day get tired of her and tell her to leave but she knows that, if she carries the king’s child, there was absolutely no way the king would tell her to leave. Instead, he’d marry her and that’s all she wants.
She’s supposed to go to the king at night but since he has been giving excuses, she decided to go in the day.
She sprayed her perfume all over her b©dy and she smelled so good. The perfume was sure an expensive one.
“How do I look Tamara?” Roseline asked as she finished applying the redl-ipstick on herl-ips. She turned to look at Tamara who had a smile on her face.
“You look really pretty my lady.” Tamara who happens to be her trusted maid, bowed her head with a smile.
Hearing Tamara call her my lady, a slight frown suddenly formed in her face. She just can’t wait to be addressed as my queen and everyone would worsh!pher.
She would be more powerful and can do as she likes, she would walk upon the slaves.
She had so many fantasy about being a queen and she just couldn’t wait to be one.
“Yeah, I always look beautiful all the time.” She boasted with a shrug and left the mirror stand.
“Tamara, don’t I look like a queen? Don’t I deserve to be a queen?” She asked sulkily.
“Of course you do my lady. And you’d definitely be our queen someday.” Tamara smiled in as-surance.
“I just wish that someday would come very soon.” She sighed sadly.
She started towards the door with her head high in pride and walked out gracefully and elegantly from the room while Tamara trailed behind her.
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“Isabelle!” Mia knocked continuously on Isabelle’s door and still, there wasn’t any response. Isabelle’s sli-ppers were outside and it showed that she was still inside and that made Mia get worried.
She knocked ha-rder and yelled Isabelle name but still, there wasn’t any response again.
Mia felt insecure. She tried opening the door but it was locked.
“Guard, can you plea-se come break down the confessor’s room door? I feel that there’s something wrong with her.” Mia panicked and breathed heavily.
“Okay.” The guard said and went into his room and soon he was back with a sledgehammer.
“Let’s go.” He said to Mia and they both hastily walked towards Isabelle’s room.
The guard succeeded in breaking down the door and they were both utterly shocked when they saw Isabelle sprawled lifelessly on the floor with her hands on her stomach and blood coming out from her mouth.
“Isabelle!!” Mia yelled in sheer horror as she ran to crouch in front of the almost lifeless Isabelle.
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Oh my God! What happened to Isabelle?
Episode 42
“Hello princess Rayna.” Princess Vida, the princess of Muzana beamed as she stood in front of Rayna. They had met at a grocery sto-re.
“Yeah. Hi, princess Vida.” Princess Rayna feigned a smile.
“So, I’m inviting you for my birthday p@rty and you wouldn’t want to miss it for anything. Dignitaries and royalties are gonna grace the occasion.” Princess Vida said proudly.
“Yeah, whatever. I ain’t coming.” Princess Rayna said, rather rudely and her tone sounded like, *I’m not interested.*
Princess Vida got the signal but being the little devil she is, she still continued anyways. She’s always fond of ma-king princess Rayna feel bad because there are so many things she can do and princess Rayna can’t do them and it makes her feel more better and superior than her.
“Prince Hayden would also be there and his brother, prince Ainsley. It’s gonna be fun Rayna, and as a good friend that I am, I wouldn’t want you to miss out for anything.” Princess Vida whined.
“I said I’m not coming Vida. I’m not interested.” Princess Rayna hissed, preventing herself from getting angry and yelling at princess Vida.
“plea-se Rayna. I promise, nothing would happen. It’s just a birthday p@rty and besides, you can also make friends with the other princesses of different kingdom that you haven’t met. plea-se don’t say no princess Rayna, I’m pleading with you.” Princess Vida persisted.
“Fine! You’re so persistent and a pest.” Princess Rayna grumbled.
“I’ll attend.” She said and rolled her eyes.
“Yay! Thank you so much princess Rayna. Bye! I gotta practice for a lot of things.” Princess Vida said and scurried off.
Princess Rayna sighed and rolled her eyes.
She knows princess Vida, she’s gonna competite with her in every possible way and make other princesses to laugh at her. But she wouldn’t allow it this time around, she’s gonna practice.
“I’m gonna surprise you princess Vida.” She smiled and rolled to another side of her be-d.
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“I want to give you plea-sure my king.” Roseline said s£dûçt!velyand li-cked herl-ips enticingly.
The king stared at her and sighed.
When the king didn’t say anything, she used the opportunity to kneel in front of him and started to stro-ke his di-ck.
The king unZi-pped his trou-sers and his half erected c@m£ into view.
Roseline smiled to herself and stro-ked it ha-rder while the king gro-an ed. Soon, his di-ck was alre-ady erected and without further warning, he pushed his alre-ady ha-rd and erected di-ck inside her mouth and it hit the back of her throat.
And then, she did what she’s supposed to do…
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After the h0t s*k with Roseline, the king dismissed her but she was very happy. She finally sle-pt with the king after weeks.
She’s gonna make sure she gets pregnant. In fact, she’s gonna get pregnant because she’s in her ovulation period and the king had c-um in her. Her joy knew no bounds.
She felt so happy and accomplished.
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King Ceasar was informed about Isabelle’s condition and he s£nt for the royal doctor immediately.
The royal doctor gave Isabelle some herbs and he had to f0rç£ it down her throat because she was sed@t£d.
She had almost died but thank goodness, the doctor had rescued her in no time but she was still unconscious and yet to be awake.
“Would she be fine?” The king asked the doctor after he had made Isabelle drink the herbs he prepared for her.
“Yes, my king. My king there’s something you should know.” The doctor said and sighed sadly.
“What is it?” The king asked, staring at the doctor as if searching his eyes for answers.
“The confessor…she was poisoned.”
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“Poisoned?” King Ceasar asked with shock clearly noted in his cold voice.
“Yes my king.” The doctor said with a bow.
“Okay. If that’s all, you may leave now.” The king ordered in his usual cold voice.
“Alright my king, thank you.” The doctor bowed his head and walked away.
King Ceasar stared at the slee-ping and pale Isabelle on the be-d.
Poisoned?
Who might have poisoned the confessor and why?
And what’s the reason she was throwing up the previous day?
He should have known that she was sick and asked the guard to check up on her but instead, the thought that c@m£ to his mind was that maybe she had ran away from the palace.
What if she had died because she wasn’t noticed on time?
She would have died without getting punished for everything her sister did to him.
He looked at her one more time and walked out of her room.
*****
Naya was seriously restless and due to her restlessness, she had broken two plates. Her hands wouldn’t st©p shaking.
The king had summoned for all the maids and chefs in the palace and that got her scared.
For a long time now, the king had not summoned them to the meeting room. And the other times he did, it was always not a good one.
The meeting was called because there was a problem and they want to catch the culprit.
Naya was seriously so scared that she wished she could just vanished.
If she didn’t do anything wrong, then why is she being scared and insecure?
No matter how much she tried to calm herself down and not be nervous and scared, it still didn’t work.
She was really uncertain.
The fear of the unknown…
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“What happened to you? You were lying unconscious in your room, almost at the point of death. Why didn’t you call for help when you knew that you were sick?” The king questioned.
Isabelle was alre-ady awake and she felt better but she was still weak. She had eaten a little of the food that Mia had given to her and drank a lot of water.
She felt better but still felt a little sick. Her stomach didn’t hurt and she was glad.
“Well, when I woke up this morning, I was feeling really sick and dizzy. I tried to go out of my room but I found out that it was locked. I tried forcing it opened but it wouldn’t open – it looked like it was locked from the outside.
I started feeling sharp pains below my abd0m£n region and it was excruciating.
I tried calling for help but my voice wasn’t loud enough and the door wouldn’t open and then, I fell on the floor. And the next thing I saw was blood coming out from my mouth and that was when everything went blank.
That was what happened my king.” Isabelle narrated, with her head bowed the whole time and her hands nervously pla-ying with her f!ngers.
“The doctor said you were poisoned. What was the last thing you ate before you I summoned you yesterday night?” The king asked.
He didn’t know why he was asking these questions. if it was because he cared or because he just wanted to know what happened.
He really didn’t quite un-derstand himself.
“Well, it was just meatba-lls.” She replied.
“And are you allergic to it or haven’t you eaten it before?” The king asked.
Isabelle looked at the king like he had just asked the most ridiculous question.
“Of course not. I’m not allergic to meatba-lls and I have eaten before – a lot. And besides, why would I eat what I’m allergic to?” She muttered the last s£ntence but the king heard her clearly.
“I would have sma-cked you real ha-rd if you weren’t sick, for the words you uttered.” He said harshly and glared at her.
“I’m sorry my king.” She apologized immediately.
“Who served you the meal?” He asked.
“I did my king. Other maids ate from the same pot but I don’t know why I’m the only one feeling this way.” Isabelle said and bit her lowerl-ip.
“Okay. Do you have any enemy? Like the you suspect anyone for your food poisoning?” The king asked and ru-bbe-d his temple.
Isabelle hesitated for a while – thinking of anyone who could possibly hate her and go the extent of poisoning her food but after thinking throu-gh, she couldn’t think of anyone.
She shook her head negatively, “no my king.”
“Alright.” The king said after a brief silence. He looked like one that was in de-ep thoughts.
“In less than an hour, I want you to join other maids at the meeting Hall.” The king said and walked away.
Isabelle shook her head and la-id back on her be-d.
Why those questions?
And the meeting Hall? What meeting were they gonna have?
She shook the thoughts aside and closed her eyes and few seconds later, she sle-pt off.
*****
“Isabelle! Confessor!” Mia tapped Isabelle hurriedly. Isabelle stirred awake and opened her eyes to stare at Mia’s which were staring at her.
“We are late for the meeting alre-ady. Let’s go quic-kly so the king doesn’t punish us.” Mia rushed her words and helped Isabelle get down from the be-d.
“I’m sorry, I oversle-pt.” She yawned and wore her sli-ppers.
“Let’s go.” Mia pu-ll-ed her hands and they both hastily walked away.
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“There are two poison cases at hand. Now, who helped the impostor that impersonated Salome, the singer and who also poisoned the confessor?” The king asked with his voice cold and harsh. It brou-ght fear to the maids standing before him.
Everywhere was quiet as nob©dy said a word.
“Who poisoned Isabelle, the confessor? You better speak up or when you’re brou-ght out, I won’t spare you.” The king tone was so stern that a maid Janet, didn’t know when she peed on her b©dy.
She was really frightened.
“Speak up!” The king thun-dered angrily but still, nob©dy moved a bit from where they stood.
Isabelle’s head was just bent the whole time.
“Guards! Drag Naya here!” The king ordered and a loud g@sp broke out from the maidsl-ips.
From where Naya stood, perspiration broke out from her forehead and she didn’t know when she peed on her b©dy.
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The guards walked into the not too many crowd and gr@bb£d Naya’s arms f0rç£fully.
“No, no, let me go. I didn’t do it! plea-se let me go.” Naya screamed out while the guards continued to drag her away. The other maids watched in aware as Naya was brou-ght before the king.
She was f0rç£d to go on her knees and her knees hit the floor ha-rd .
“Now, tell me why you poisoned the confessor?” The king sm-irked and stared at the trembling Naya.
Oh! What has she gotten herself into?
“I didn’t try poison her my king. plea-se believe me.” She cried out.
The king raised his hand and sl@pped her ha-rd across the face that made her head bend to the floor.
She spat out blood as the sl@p had made her have a cut corner of herl-ips.
“When you all were all working respectively, I had the guards search all the maids and chefs rooms and in your room, the guards discovered this.” The king said and brou-ght out a tiny bottle and showed it out to Naya and the people who were looking at him.
“And I took it to the doctor and it was confirmed that it was exactly the same poison that was used on the confessor.
So, don’t bother lying to me and tell me the truth.” The king ban-g his fist on the table beside him.
Naya was literally shaking in fright and she was perspiring profusely.
She was shocked.
At that moment, she knew she was doomed. There was no nee-d trying to lie.
“I’m so sorry my king. I was blinded by jealousy. You suddenly demoted me and made the confessor in charge of almost everything in the palace.
I got really furious. Yesterday when she c@m£ back from wherever she went to with the princess, I was angry.
Angry because, she didn’t do any work and you didn’t say anything about it. I saw her enter into the kitchen and I hid and watched her.
She served her food and left to get what I was not aware of and I used the opportunity to go to my room and bring out the poison and without anyone seeing me, I poured it inside her food.
I wanted her dead because I was jealous of her. I’m really sorry my king. I didn’t mean to. I was just blinded by jealousy but right now, I regret every of my actions.” Naya cried out.
About the poison, Naya had alre-ady purchased it and waited for the right time to use it and she finally did.
“Jealous?” The king laughed like a maniac.
“You should know that the confessor’s mine and what’s mine doesn’t get hurt except by me.
The confessor is my property and only me have the right to punish her.” The king said.
“And for trying to kill the confessor, the king’s property, what belongs to the king, you would be beheaded, except the confessor says no and if she says no, she’s gonna have a price to pay. I have spoken!” The king said coldly.
“No, no, plea-se my king don’t do this to me. I’m the only surviving child of my poor mother. You can s£nd me away from the palace but plea-se don’t kill me.
I’m sorry, I really am.” Naya wailed uncontrollably as two guards gr@bb£d her and started dragging her away.
“Confessor plea-se help me beg the king. I’m sorry.” She wailed more in a loud voice but Isabelle didn’t even shake.
And that was when Naya knew she was completely finished.
Isabelle her only hope didn’t even turn to face her and it made her cry more.
“plea-se confessor, help me beg the king. My mother has no one. plea-se.” She continued to beg as she was dragged out of the hall.
TBC………….😍💋💖