For the first time, I got a glimpse into the kind of life that my sister, Celia and Princess Amelia lived and it was...it left me speechless."I use the ice masks more in the summer." She shrugged, running her perfectly manicured fingers through her hair that cascaded down her shoulders in glossy waves. "I'm never going to repeat this to you but apart from the ugly scars and marks on you, I think your skin looks pretty damn amazing. What do you usually use? I mean, what do you pilfer from your sister to use? I'm sure Celia has such flawless skin if yours looks like this."What? I touched my face, stunned by her words. She thought my skin was...amazing? I was tempted to ask if she had hit her head on the door on her way into the room. How could she think that? Everyone I had ever known since my mother died told me I was ugly and scarred...and they were right. Unable to give a coherent answer, I said. "cooking oil?"She looked horrified and thrust an evening dress into my arms. "I'll ha
Savannah’s P.O.VThe crowd parted as the King approached, leaning on his case with Amelia beside him. His gaze was sharp like a knife, as he glared at the woman that asked the guards to throw me out, Yvette.Then he turned his gaze on everyone and they all shrank back, seemingly afraid of his wrath.Yvette took a step back, her face as white as a sheet as if she knew she’d crossed the line and I wondered if the King was mad at me or at her.The king? Wasn’t he away from Sylvia? When did he return? That was the question in everyone’s mouth as they looked at us.“Savannah, come and stand next to me. I’ll see who dares to lay a finger on you tonight.” He slammed his cane on the ground, his voice tight with anger. My heart swelled as relief washed through me. Oh Goddess, his powerful wrath wasn't directed at me.The security guards who had tried to push me out let go of me and bowed their heads, trembling like leaves in a huge storm. They seemed really terrified and I wondered exactly how
Third’s Person P.O.V As soon as the king finished speaking, he caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowd and his face grew so red with anger that he almost broke his walking stick.“Reginald you brat, get the hell out of there and come here!"Reginald had been hiding in the crowd as a spectator, but when the old man called him out, he instantly came out of his hiding spot, schooling the anger on his face with a pretentious smile.He put down the wine glass in his hand on a buffet table, and the frivolous smile on his face reduced a little as he approached the King."Father." He saluted in a nasty manner that dripped with sarcasm.“So you just watched everything happen from beginning to end without helping your wife out?"Reginald immediately raised his right hand with a serious expression, "Father, I swear, I just arrived too. Besides, she’s not my wife."“Yet.” He added after the King shot him a hot glare.Ryker who was next to him glowered with anger but remained silent. He kn
Third Person Pov.He was restless. Anger coursed through him like an inferno as he paced around his room like a looming storm that was about to explode. He didn't ask for a bride. He never cared for such.But his father has been so incessant about giving him one. The thought alone burned him with anger, but adding the fact that he was disgraced in front of everyone made his blood spike.With a few cleansing breaths, he sat down glaring at the door as if it were her. The door was suddenly pushed open, revealing an angry Ryker as he stormed into the room."What do you think you are doing? Barging into my room like this?!" Reginald bellowed, grateful for an opportunity to release his pent-up anger.A scoff escaped Ryker's lips as he made himself comfortable with his hands defiantly crossed on his chest, ignoring the hateful and burning look Reginald delivered."I have never thought you would be so shameful, even after being betrothed." Ryker started, choosing his biting words deliberate
Savannah's POV:Although darkness cushioned me in a safe place, I hadn't felt this good in a long time. I didn't think I had felt this good ever in my life. My eyes were screwed tightly but I could still feel the clouds beneath me. They sucked me into their tender depths and billowed around me. The goddess killed me and brought me into her paradise in the clouds. Oh, this was bliss. Eyes still closed, I rolled around and smiled happily on the soft clouds.I knew asking for death was the best.But I felt something under my legs, propping it up. That was weird. Why should my injured knees be propped up if death meant no pain?Or wasn't I dead? Oh no, my lungs tightened with fear as reality tried to separate my lids and tear my eyes open. No. I fought against consciousness and would have won had a scent not tickled my nostrils. Wait for a second... Lavender, salt, and pepper cologne. If I was alive and back in the castle, Reginald's room scented of pine and misery..... This could only m
Savannah's POV.As I approached the room I shared with Prince Reginald, I could hear muffled groans and gasps filtering through the door. what was happening? I wondered with a thumping heart.Attempting to see for myself, I stood by the door and pressed my ear to the wood.More moans and groans spilled into my eardrums and slowly I realized it was … moans is pleasure… those kind that my sister, Celia made when sleeping with the guards. I never told on her all those time I caught her having sex but even if I did tell, no one would believe my words over hers. That was just my bad luck.I shook my head, dispelling the depressing thoughts as I listened to Reginald having a good time....I could hear him gasp for air and not only that, I heard a female voice screaming at the top of her voice while saying dirty provocative words to each other.From the slurpy sounds to the muffled groans and unhidden moans of pleasure, I could tell that Reginald was having sexual intercourse with another wo
****Third person's POV:As Rachel hurriedly walked down the stairs, she bumped into Amelia who stared at her with a livid expression."Come with me this instant!" She ordered while pointing a well-manicured finger at her room and then turned.After climbing several steps and she saw Leah still transfixed at the spot she left her, Amelia raised her voice. "Do you want my brother or not?"With those words, Leah yelped and ran up the stairs like a ram who had just found some green grass goodies. Yum Yum.After taking their respective seats in Amelia's room, and the maid poured hot tea into the grey tea cups, the two women stared at each other as the silence in the room grew deafening."I gave your friend a simple task and she failed like a fool" Amelia broke the silence while fanning her face and crinkling her nose in disgust.Rachel could do nothing but bear the insults with a smile. It was true she and Amelia had set Leah to the task. Learning it backfired in such a big way was defini
Savannah's POV:As I tried to wrench open my eyelids which were suddenly too heavy, I had to screw them shut when a bright light shine directly into my sight, causing a searing pain to wreck across my head.I waited a second before prying them open again.The grey curtains danced as a cool breeze wafted through the open windows. I realized it was the lamp in the room that was bright and outside, was fast turning dark. What? The last time I was conscious… it was morning and I was in Ryker's room. The thought of being in Ryker's room sent a frisson of alarm down my spine. I wondered where I was, trying hard to recall the memories of what had happened that rendered me incompetent and in a debilitated state. As I became more and more conscious, a fresh wave of pain that had been biting at my drowsiness now seeped in and I realized every inch of my body was in agony.Flashes of memory perused my mind.Seeing Reginald and his mistress. Then I argued with him.I could remember him