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It hurts her severally and even after three weeks, it doesn't hurt less. But if Princess Kamara will make the king happy, then, it will be bearable for her.
She just has to bear it, she has no choice. She wishes the king all the happiness life has to offer.
Maybe then, the guilt of what her father did to him will finally leave her.
She paused and leaned her head on the cold hanging rail. If the guilt might leave her, will her love for him ever leave her?
When Baski gave her the news one week after the night she'd spent with the king, it made her wonder if that is the reason the king had stopped summoning her to his bed? Why he stopped summoning her to write?
Why he stopped... Why he just stopped everything?
She opened her eyes, shutting the pain out, and continued the
1046 word(s) Published 104 Henna stared at her princess in the carriage. Princess Kamara has her professional 'princess look' on her face. Haughty lift of her chin. A blank unsmiling face. Eyes straight ahead. Mouth snapped together. A typical princess look. But one thing about a personal maid's relationship with her princess is that the personal maid already knows her princess really well. Having been with her for so many years. "Everything will be alright, my princess." Henna tried to say in consolation. "Stay away from me, Henna." Princess Kamara snapped. Henna watched the way her princess's hands tightened really well on the beautiful silk and lace corset she was wearing. Her hands have been balled into fists since their carriage entered the kingdom of Salem. It had only remained tightened
1081 word(s) Published 105 "Of course, that's weird. Considering that you were supposed to be the best healer in all the twelve kingdoms!" She hissed. "Are you sure you have a womb and your man can father a child?" The blunt question took her aback. She glared daggers at the woman. "Yes, I have a womb, you moron, I've carried a child before. And my man can father a child." Of course, the king can father a child, she has no doubt about that because it's just not possible for a king to be unable to father a child. So, it's definitely because of the damned pills. She glared at the healer harder. The old healer cannot see, but Vetta would've sworn that the woman knows how bad her expression is because she sighed in resignation. The healer got up and walked to one of the beat-up shelv
1003 word(s) Published 110 When King Lucien pulled Danika into a hug, blanketing her into his strong arm, everything suddenly felt right in the world when she got over her shock from the gesture. She allowed her wet eyes to slid close and she wrapped her arms around him. It's been four weeks she'd been in his arms. Four excruciating week of pain and misery. She closed her eyes and tightened her arms around him. It doesn't matter if this moment is fleeting... If he regains back his senses and pushes her away... What matters is the moment. This stolen moment between them. Since her status reduced and she became a slave, Danika learnt to always live in the moment because good moments are hard to come by when you're a slave. Finally, he pulled back. She looked up at his deep blue eyes and it isn't looking so troubled any
846 word(s) Published 106 Princess Kamara hasn't seen the king since she arrived. She heard that he's been in court all day, but she'll be able to see him in the night. In the meantime, she was shown to her room which was decorated and well equipped specifically for her. She'd spent her afternoon and evening walking around the palace, just looking around. Getting some fresh air with Henna. She was still hurting, and anger instills in her heart. She wants to be in her father's kingdom not here. She missed seeing the face of Callan. She wasn't able to see him for some weeks because her father had forbidden her from doing so. The consequence of disobeying his orders is that Callan will be whipped. She wondered how he's doing now. All these were in her thoughts as she walked
1157 word(s) Published 107 Danika can only watch what was happening. She was too stunned. Too shocked. After Vetta stormed off, Kamara turned her attention to her. She stretched out her hand. Danika placed her hand into hers, and she helped her up from the ground. "Thank you so much for your help, Princess Kamara. I appreciate." Danika said sincerely. She never expected this at all. Kamara waved her off. "Oh, stop with the 'Princess Kamara', not from your mouth too. I get sick and tired of hearing it sometimes." "Oh..." She doesn't know what to say to that. "You can call me Kamara, and I will call you Danika." "But that's not proper. I'm n-no longer a princess, I'm now a slave." Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "The clothes don't matter. What ma
942 word(s) Published 108 Can a person live and breathe pain? That was the question Lucien was asking himself as he laid in the cold hard cage, his body hurting badly. His ribs felt like they've been roasted in a hot blazing fire. His pain, he can always deal with on his own in private...in silence. But now, Declan needs him. Declan needs him now. He bit back a growl as he got up from the ground and walked to the bars of the cage that adjoined his present cage with Declan's cage. "Hey..." He growled out. Declan opened his eyes and stirred. Lucien can see that he wasn't really sleeping, he was just forcing himself. At twenty-one, Declan has developed a very bad case of insomnia. Just like every other slave. Some worst than the others. "Prince Lucien..." He groaned, crawlin
1167 word(s) Published 109 Another strange occurrence because she always has an appetite for tomato bisque soup and roasted chicken. She sighed, knowing that the sickness will soon leave her body. It has too. It's making her too tired lately, and she doesn't want Baski to know. She does her best to hide it from her...from everyone. Her sickness. Her pain. Her emotional wreckage. She just has to keep being strong both for herself and these two females she has come to care for. She stared at Remeta and Sally who was sleeping beside her, quite oblivious of the world. She watched their labored breathing. Finally, she got up from the bed when she's sure that sleep has really eluded her. She might as well go outside and get some fresh air. She put on her sleeping robe and walked out of the bedroom. O
888 word(s) Published 111 "My nightmares were filled with Declan. That was why I couldn't sleep." She did say it then. "I'm sorry, my king." They reached the chair they'd once sat on, four weeks ago. To Danika, it felt like ages since the king brought her here before. When he lowered himself to the wooden chair, she sat beside him, putting some distance between them. They stared out of the river. In the middle of the night, the water was almost still. There were so many waves, no tumbling. Just the beautiful sight of water beneath the dark clouds of the night. Then, he wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He lowered his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. "Let us be like this... Just for tonight." He groaned. The tension left her body and sh