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ERIC’S POV “What is it?” I ask Barden. “My king, everything was fine. Nothing unusual happened and we checked everything that entered and left the palace. But, a lady from the harem tried to escape from the palace-” Barden was speaking but I stopped him with a gesture of my hand. At this moment I am not in the mood to hear about the girls of the harem. I am tired and don’t want to hear about the escape attempt of a slave. Lillian is appointed as the head to deal with all the matters like this. “I don’t want to hear about any of this right now. You can leave”. I order him and pick up the unopened letters placed on my table. These letters are sent by the kings of other kingdoms. I look up towards Barden who has not left. He seems to be in deep thought and hesitant. I raise a brow at him. “But, your majesty. The girl-”. He again started to speak about that girl but I cut him with a gesture before he could complete his sentence. I thought that this time he wanted to tell me about some
ISABELLE’S POV “Please open the door! I beg you. I cannot stay here anymore. Please let me out! Help me! There is so much darkness here! Help!”. I shout as I bang on the door with my fist. I use my full force to bang on the door with the hope that someone will hear the sound of my banging and will come to help me. I have been doing it for such a long time that now my hands are hurting. I don’t know how much time has passed. My throat is dry and it hurts because of shouting for help. My hands are red and I feel like I don’t have any energy left inside me anymore. I am hungry and thirsty. My body is tired and aches because of sitting for such a long time. I look around me and don’t see anything. There is darkness all around me. I had found the door with quite a difficulty. I feel like I have become blind. This darkness has started to creep me out. The never-ending silence is making me insane. I want to hear the voice of someone else. I am sick and tired of this loneliness. This loneli
ISABELLE’S POV The king leaves my neck and pushes me towards the floor. I put my hand on my neck as I try to inhale as much air as I can. Now my neck is in pain too. My breathing is irregular along with the beating of my heart. “I wanted to punish you for doing this but I want to be generous to you because I love you. I am going to give you two options, Isabelle. You can choose only one of them. I have thought about this a lot and now I think I can be this generous to the woman I love. It is your choice which you want to choose”. I look towards the king with my blurry vision. I cannot see his face clearly because of the tears. I wipe my eyes so that I can see him clearly. He is going to give me two options. I am surprised that he even thought to give me a choice. He is a cruel king then how can he be generous? I am sure that I will dislike both options but still, I have this tiniest bit of hope that maybe one option proves to be in my favor. “The first option is that you tell me t
ISABELLE’S POV “Why? Why this cruelty, my king”. I ask the king in a low voice. Fear has gripped my insides so tightly that now even my voice is coming so low. The king does not look at me but continues to look forward at the sand. “This is not cruelty, Isabelle. This is your punishment for trying to escape me and you have chosen this yourself in exchange for the life of those who helped you to escape. I told you numerous times that you should forget about your village and accept this life but you did not listen. No worries, I am sure that after this punishment you will never think of escaping me”. The king tells me in a cold tone. He looks toward me and I see only no mercy or kindness in his eyes. He puts a hand on the side of my face in a compassionate manner. “Now my dear love, walk on this hot and burning sand with the same feet with which you had walked outside the palace and towards the stable”. The king orders me coldly. His eyes are void of any emotion and look like two sou
ISABELLE’S POV With shaking hands and fearfully I took the goblet from the king’s hand because I feared that he might do something to harm me. I am scared that he still has not forgiven me. “You must have never thought in your life that the king of Alsair Kingdom, Eric Leonor will fall in love with you and can do anything for you”. The king says. I don’t respond again because I don’t know what he wants me to say in reply to this. It is evident that he wants me to be thankful to him but I am not because I never wished for this. I never wanted this and this makes it hard for me to accept this life. I have only ever wanted a simple life in my village. A small home where I am happy. I had never wished for something bigger and life in the palace. God has written this in my destiny and I don’t think I will ever be thankful for this. I gulp down the water and put it back on the table. He forwards his hand towards me. I flinch but I cannot move my head back. No matter how scared I am, I d
THE NEXT DAY ISABELLE’S POV Now my life has become more boring. I cannot even walk or go towards the window. I have nothing to do the whole day. I am tired of sitting in bed. Now I need the help of someone to do the simplest of things. The king has appointed a maid to take care of me. Her name is Margaret. She helped me in having a bath this morning and also brought breakfast for me. She left only a few moments ago because she had some work. Yesterday night when the king came, I thought he would want to have sex with me but he surprised me. He joined me in the bed and took me in his arms. He asked me how I was and then we did not talk. As I was tired, I was feeling sleepy. We fell asleep like that. Today morning when I woke up the king was gone. I was shocked to see myself in the mirror. Margaret has brought a small mirror for me at my request. My cheek is swollen and has an ugly purple bruise on it. It hurts whenever I touch it. I have finally reached a decision. I have accepted
Two Weeks later ISABELLE’S POV Two weeks have passed since that day. My feet have healed quite quickly than expected. Now I can walk without difficulty. Margaret helped me a lot these days. She also helped me with walking. During these two weeks, I could not go to the library and I read all the books which I had. Margaret has been nothing but nice to me. I am free the whole day as I have nothing to do. As I have nothing to do so most of my time is spent looking outside the window or sleeping. It has been weeks since I left my room except for going to the king’s chambers. Edith makes many dresses for me. Now she even asks me what color I like and what I like to wear. There has been an improvement in her behavior with me. On that day when Ivy left my room, I was so much. The next day Ivy and Elise came to know how I was. I apologized to Ivy and she forgave me. I promised her that I will never say such things to her again. We spent the whole day together talking. Spending time with th
ISABELLE’S POV “Now you are looking perfectly beautiful”. Edith said after combing my hair. I smile as I look at myself in the mirror. Today I am wearing a nice sky-blue dress. I don’t wear those revealing weird non-existent dresses anymore. Ivy told Edith to make me the dresses I like. Ivy is now the head of the harem so Edith has to follow her orders. I remember that I had asked the king once about this and I was not expecting the words he said in return. His words were: “Of course, you can wear the dresses you like. It does not matter what type of dress you wear. For me you will always look beautiful”. His words had impressed me that day. I did not think that he would say such words to me. Now I hate Lillian more for making me wear such dresses. I was looking at myself in the mirror when I heard Ivy’s voice. “Edith, leave us alone. I have to talk about something with Belle”. Ivy orders Edith while looking at me. Edith does not say anything but quietly starts packing up her t
ISABELLE’S POV “How do you know that I am a queen?”. I ask her in a loud voice. She is still looking down at something in her hands. “I know everything”. These are the only words she says in her old voice. I was looking at her unable to understand anything when Elise pulled my arm a little. “Belle, I think we should leave”. She says to me close to my ear so that the elderly woman does not listen. Her voice was not above a whisper. “Wait a moment, Elise”. I put my hand on her hand and said to her. I take a few steps toward the table. Suddenly the old woman looked up at me. She is looking at me with her big wrinkled gray eyes. There is something in her eyes that I am unable to understand. She has an indescribable aura around her that screams I know everything. “Hmm… I see”. She looks toward me and says to herself. What does she mean by this? “What do you see?”. I ask her with confusion. She stands up and then takes weak and slow steps towards me. I don’t move back because then sh
ISABELLE’S POVA few weeks have passed since my wedding and the day when I became the queen. That was the most beautiful day of my life. As I had shifted to the queen’s chambers which are just beside the king’s chambers so now, I am not in the harem anymore. I like this room and it is so big. I can meet the king whenever I want if he is in his chambers.Becoming a queen brings so many responsibilities with it. Now I have to participate in the celebrations held in the royal hall along with the king. However, it is completely my choice if I want to attend the parties held by the noble ladies or the wives of the ministers. In large celebrations, I have to just sit beside the king and smile. Now I have the responsibility of the whole harem on my shoulders as well.I can send whoever I want to the old palace, I can change the head of the harem and I choose which maids I want to have. I can control every aspect of my life. This is the freedom that I craved and now I have it. I cannot be hap
ISABELLE’S POVI look at myself in the mirror. I am looking so beautiful today. The dress made by Edith is so beautiful that I am unable to take my eyes off of it. It is a sleeveless white dress and it has pearls stitched on it. It shows my back a little. My hair is tied on my back with fancy pins.“The king will be so much pleased to see you like this”. Edith says to me as she stands behind me and looks at me from the mirror. I smile. I don’t know if he will be pleased or not. He is still angry at me for escaping from the palace. The king did not talk with me since we arrived. He neither called me nor came to meet me.I am sure he is still angry at me and he is punishing me with his silence or maybe he is thinking of ways to punish me. I hope he has forgiven me. I don’t want to endure any more pain. I want us to be happy now. There are two to three maids here who are getting me ready. Elise is one of them.“Now let's put on the veil and the tiara”. Edith's voice brings me out of my t
ISABELLE’S POVWe enter the palace’s boundary. Soldiers immediately bow upon seeing the king. Barden also joins them. It is early in the morning that’s why I think Barden is here. The sun has risen not so long ago.“Welcome back, my king, my lady”. Barden greets us. The king nods while I don’t say anything. I have nothing to say to him or any other person. The king did not talk with me throughout the journey. I also did not say anything to him. I never thought that I would confess my love to the king like this, like a vulnerable person. I look towards the palace and the flags of the Alsair Kingdom. I think it is the first time that I am not feeling sadness for coming to the palace. I am feeling like I am not the same person anymore. This palace for the first time does not look like a big cage to me. It does not look the same. I feel like everything has changed.The king stops the horse in front of the palace entrance. He climbs down the horse and then helps me in climbing down. He d
ISABELLE’S POV I visit the fields, and the market but nothing is there like before. The fields have disappeared like they never existed. My village where there was hustle and bustle every time is deserted. Where did my family go? Are they dead? No, I should not think like this. They cannot be dead. I return to the place where my home used to be. I sit on a big rock in front of my burnt house and continue to look at it. I used to live here with my family but everything has changed. I have changed and this village has changed too. How can a lively village become so deserted? The day changed into the night but I did not move from the place where I am sitting. My thoughts are killing me from the inside. I am unable to understand where my family is. I am unable to understand what sin I have done in my life that I am getting punished like this. Now darkness is surrounding me. This darkness does not scare me because I am in my village, which once used to be my home. Now, where should I g
ISABELLE’S POV “Wake up, young lady. We have reached”. A hand on my shoulder and a stern voice wakes me up. I open my eyes and look towards the man in whose cart I was traveling. I rub my eyes and straighten up a little. “Ladies nowadays are so weird. It is the middle of the day and you are sleeping. Wake up! I have to take these carts to the next village before sunset”. He again says rudely. The warm sunshine falling on me makes me realize that it is a day now. I slept through the whole journey. I get out of the cart and take my things with me. My legs feel so weak because of sitting for so long. When we left Lumina town, I had bandaged my arm again after applying the liquid. We took only two short breaks in a village to take something to eat and to use the bathroom. When the night had arrived and the darkness had spread around me, I was not able to stop myself from sleeping anymore. “Thank you”. I thank him and he makes a rude face in return. “Because of you, now my horse is so
ERIC’S POV “Stop this bullshit and tell me Where is she”. I ask her angrily. Isabelle must have told her about this. She shares everything with her. It is not possible that she made a plan to escape and did not discuss it with Ivy. She must have shared it with her. There are chances that Ivy helped her in her plan. “I don’t know, my king”. She replies in a low voice. Her hands are trembling. Either it is because of fear or the fact that she is lying. “How you don't know? You are the head of the harem and I had ordered you to keep an eye on her then how did she escape?”. I ask her angrily and grip her neck in a strong grip. She starts crying. “My king, I-I think she escaped from the west-t part of the palace. Have you given her the k-keys?” She asks me fearfully. Her words gain my attention. I became suspicious. How does she know about the keys? How does she know that Isabelle asked me for the keys? This means only one thing. She knew about it. I leave her neck and take out my
ERIC’S POV I enter the harem and start going towards my dove’s room. Half of the day has passed so she must be awake by now. Last night, when I called her to my room, Ivy told me that she has a mild fever and that's why she cannot come. I thought about sending a physician for her but Ivy told me that Isabel said there is no need for the physician and she will be fine by morning as it is just a mild fever. I wanted to visit her last night but Ivy told me that she has slept now. I did not want to disturb her so then I decided to visit her in the morning. I hope she is fine now because if she is not then I will call the physician. Our wedding is going to be in four days and she has got a fever at such an important time. I hope it was just a mild fever as said by Belle because if she is seriously sick then I will have to delay the wedding. I don’t want to delay the wedding because of any reason. That's why Belle will have to be fine by then. I enter her room and find it empty. There is
ISABELLE’S POV “Yes, yes”. I quickly lie because this is the only way to get out of this alive. “Soldiers, lower down your swords. The king had ordered a few days back to let the slave go alive if she succeeds in getting out of the maze”. He tells the other soldiers and I breathe a sigh of relief. A smile appears on my face. “You can go. I have never seen any slave getting out of the maze alive in my sixty years. You are the first one to get out of the maze. You can go as per the king's orders”. He tells me and I quickly stand up. This is my chance to leave and I should be away from these soldiers as soon as possible. Suddenly I remember that I don’t have any water and I am thirsty. In fear, I had forgotten about my thirst. My throat has become as dry as a desert. “Can I get some water, please?”. I ask the soldier who seems like a good man. He nods. “Lucas, bring her some water”. He orders one of the soldiers and he goes to bring the water. “Can you tell me where am I? What i