The last confessor Episode 49 & 50

🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)
Episode 49
 
 
“Release 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 passed out while the others were barely unconscious.
The wh¡pping had really affected them so badly and one didn’t need to be told how painful it must have been.
They all had long marks that definitely would turn to scars that might never remove. 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 fingers through his silky hair and went into deep 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 understand.
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-ss he shared with the confessor, he scoffed out loud and sighed.
Unbelievable!
He had k-ssed the confessor!
What exactly is controlling him?
He didn’t even know why he had k-ssed her but he found himself longing to have a taste of her luscious l-ips.
And he didn’t even know the invisible force that had made him k-ss her – 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 laid lightly on her bed, with her head on the pillow and lying straight ; staring directly at the ceiling.
Her encounter with the prince suddenly crawled and she felt goosebumps.
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 sleeping 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 neck, 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 hærd 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 removed 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 bursted 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 scraped 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 ready 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 already 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 pulled her clothes and started ruffling through 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.
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Roseline sat on her bed, still nursing her slapped cheek.
Because of the confessor, the king had raised his hand and slapped her hærd.
She still felt so angry and bittered about it.
She needs to deal mercilessly with the confessor and put her in her right place. She has to make sure the confessor doesn’t lay with the king.
But how’s she gonna achieve that?
She gro-ned 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 attraction towards her and all her hærd 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 bracelet in her hand.
She smirked and walked towards her old wardrobe that she wasn’t using any longer but hid things.
She withdrew a sledgehammer and smirked.
She placed the bracelet on the floor and as she made to hit the bracelet, the door of her room flung opened, leaving her in daze.
She gasped in fright and dropped the sledgehammer.
As she stared at his face, she knew she was done for, she was already in trouble.
 
 
Episode 50
 
The maids were taken to a very big hall and beds 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 beds.
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 h0le they call a palace.” Benita, another maid added and sniffled her tears loudly.
“Yes.”
“Yes…”
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 laid on the bed. 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 thundered angrily with a deep scowl on his face.
He looked so enraged that even a blind man doesn’t need to be told how angry and furious he looked.
His hand was already in a tight fist that all his vains shot 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 already 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 bursted– so done for.
“It’s not what you think.” She whimpered and bowed her head, making her long hair scattered all over her face, covering part 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 came to your room just this morning to ask if you took the confessor’s bracelet 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 bedroom and I found you about to destroy the bracelet that you claimed you haven’t even seen or taken!” The king lashed out angrily glaring hærd on her.
“I’m sorry my king… please forgive me.” She sobbed silently, her gaze still on the floor.
The king kept quiet and took slow strides towards her. He got to where she knelt and forcefully pulled her up roughly by her arm.
Roseline jerked 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 bracelet 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 gripped tightened 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 roughly. She staggered and fell hærd on her butt.
She whimpered fretfully and let out all her tears like rainfall.
The side of her arm the king had held was bleeding already and she almost scre-med in fright.
She hated blood, she hated seeing it, especially on her body.
“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 release her and that would be when I’m about to pass judgement upon her. The king said with so much coldness in his authoritative voice.
“Yes my king.” Jeffrey bowed.
“My king, no please I’m sorry. Don’t do this to me I beg of you.” Roseline wailed and tried to touch the king’s leg but Jeffrey grabbed 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 touch me!” She rasped angrily and yanked her hand away from Jeffery’s.
She looked at the bracelet with a disgusting and angry look. She stepped aggressively on it before walking to her bed.
She hugged her knees and buried her head in between them and sobbed bitterly.
*******
“Don’t you dare cross that gate!” The king’s authoritative voice made princess Rayna and Isabelle to stop 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-ned 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.
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“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 ready 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.”
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“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 unclad.
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 understand you my king. Tell you what?” Isabelle voiced out her confusion.
“Why didn’t you tell me prince Kalen has been making 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 came 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 raping you today right?” The king yelled angrily.
“Huh! What?” Isabelle gasped in shock.
The prince was gonna rape her?
 
 
TBC………….😍💋💖
What?? 😱😱
So, the king like saved Isabelle? 🤭