Clarkson arrived at the scene, and he was shocked to see his cousin laying dead on the floor. “Spencer! His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat as he stare at the unimaginable! “Cousin!” He called again but he got no response.“My brother is dead,” Cecilia muttered to him “Eleanor killed him, she poisoned him!” she cried. “What!” Clarkson's eyes widened in stun. "I swear it, I didn't kill the king!" Eleanor sobbed in grief, her cheek was now aching badly. Cecilia had slapped her hard. "You killed my brother!" Cecilia was roaring at her, and Eleanor tearfully shook her head at her. "Believe me please, princess. I didn't kill him!" Eleanor beseeched. "Lies, you were the one who served him the drink!" Aunty Marianna cried out at her this time. Clarkson's eyes dilated at Eleanor as he tries to get what was truly happening.“Are they accusing Eleanor of killing?” he thought in his mind. "My king!" Amelia scurried to king Spencer who was already dead, she was now crying as
It was early morning, and the bright sky was soothing and mesmerizing but the atmosphere in the mansion was intense and overwhelming. It was approximately 10: 35 AM. Today was the day the king slave will be killed! Eleanor has been taken out and she was made to kneel on the grounds of the vast yard, her hands were both shackled behind her back and her legs too. Everyone was now drifting out of the mansion one after the other, whispering and talking in hush tones. "Please, you have to change your mind," Clarkson was saying to Cecilia. "Never, I already made my decision!" Cecilia said she was now getting closer to Eleanor. Everyone surrounded Eleanor as they fixed their nasty eyes and harsh stares were on her, inciting her skin to crawl coldly. "Where is Zachary?" Madam Madison was whispering to Willow and Amaya. "I don't know ma'am!" Willow sobs, squirming her fingers as she gazed at her poor friend. "We haven't seen him," Amaya added, and then, she squatted on her knees with
It was late evening, Eleanor was already awake but she was feeling extremely weak and depleted. "Where am I?" She rhetorically asked, her eyes gazing across the room until she realized that it was the king's room. Eleanor quickly sailed out of the bed, and she made to run out of the room. However, a hand pulled her back and his face slammed into a wall. "Ouch!" She whined, her head ached and she made to jerk away from the soul but strong arms were now caging her waist. Eleanor shakily trembled, she knew it was the king, and slowly, she dragged her eyes up to his pretty eyes. "M-my King," she muttered. "How are you feeling?" King Spencer asked, he was still holding her tighter. Eleanor felt uncomfortable at the closeness, but at the same, she was feeling safe and secure in his arms. "I'm... I'm fine, my king!" She softly replied. No doubt, Eleanor knew she has plunged into a deep love with the king. However, she wasn't expecting him to show some atom of care toward her too.
Reaching the king's chamber, Amelia stepped into the room without placing a knock on the door. She was just too enthusiastic and extremely eager to tell the king everything she saw! King Spencer who was stepping out of the room was shocked to see Amelia in his room. "Don't you know how to knock?" He rudely asked. Amelia was startled by the tone of his voice, and this made her boil inside because she knew that they used to talk to her a little bit nice but not until that wench came by —Eleanor. "I'm sorry my king!" Amelia bowed at her "What I wanted to tell you is very urgent, so my mind was carried away," she said."I'm not ready for any conversation right now," King Spencer said nonchalantly, he was now walking towards his nightstand. "But my king..." Amelia presses on. She was trying to get closer to him, and her face was hardened to indicate how serious she was. "What I want to say is very important," she noted. King Spencer was getting pissed off already, he needed to be
King Spencer watched Eleanor kiss the little kid's cheeks tenderly before she creepily steps out of the devil's room. Asher was his son, his first child and he was eleven years old. Right after the gas occurrence and his family were all confirmed to be dead, Asher was the only one who luckily manage to sneeze back to life. Although his entire body was badly damaged, and filled with burnt buries, he had decided to protect his son away from the world —but he took that decision because he needed to unearth the initial criminal who had cruelly murdered his family. He caught Eleanor and believe she was the murderer, but now, his son was making him feel like he had gotten the wrong person. By the time King Spencer had turned off the CCTV and taken a sharp sniff, he realized that he has been crying. He heard his son's and his slave's dialogue, but he was still confused about everything and had many questions that needs to be answered. King Spencer dashingly walked out of the surveilla
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ It was late night already, and Amelia was becoming restless and disturb as she paced in her room with both hands placed on her waistline. The thing which was eating her up was; King Spencer king didn't torture Eleanor as she had foreseen! "Did he just willingly let her go after she has slinked into his room?" Amelia said in her mind, and then, she scoffed unbelievably. “No, no away!” She growled. After a few minutes, since she couldn't take it anymore, she sauntered out of her room and stormed to the king's room. Reaching his chambers, she met some burly guards who stood at his door. "Good evening, mistress!" The guards greeted. "I wish to see the king!" Amelia rolled her eyes at them as if they were the cause of her misfortune. "We are sorry, but the king is not in his room!" One of the guards replied. "Huh?" Amelia frowned at their response, she fisted her hands and she began to wonder where the king must have gone to. It's late night already and the cl
"Let me go!" Eleanor coughed as she felt suffocated, and she forcefully propelled Amelia away from her. Eleanor was coughing, restraining, and she was battling to grasp her breath. "You!" Amelia growled at her, pointing her finger angrily at Eleanor who was still coughing repeatedly. "You were intently trying to kill me?" Eleanor wheezed, staring at Amelia. Both ladies furiously stood on the balcony, with the moonlight glistening at both of them. "I just wish you could just die right now!" Amelia yelled hatefully at her. "What!" Eleanor gasped, staring at the vicious-looking woman. "Watch your back!" Amelia threatened, and she walked out of the balcony. Eleanor coughed as she started to walk towards her room, although she didn't take Amelia's threats to heart. After a few walks, Eleanor jostled into someone and it turned out to be Cecilia. "Hey! What's wrong?" Cecilia curiously asked Eleanor, and she positioned her hand on her shoulder. "Ugh!" Eleanor coughed again, she wa
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️It was late in the night already, the mansion was silent yet steadied. In the dining room, King Spencer and Amelia we're both having their dinner. But none of them were saying a word to each other. Shortly, Eleanor comes into the dining room with a tray in her hands. "My king!" She nervously bowed at the king before lowering the tray to the table. Amelia dragged her eyes to the king and she saw how intensely he was staring at his slave —These gestures angered her, but she struggled to withhold it all in her. After all, tonight she would be accomplishing her plans of getting off Eleanor once and for all! Meanwhile, Eleanor veered around to leave the dining room. However, King Spencer called her back and she halted on her track. "Take a seat!" King ordered in his commanding tone. "What!" Eleanor choked and she spun to the king with her widened eyes. "What! My king!" Amelia gaped wildly at him, and she threw a sinister glare at Eleanor. "No, my king. I'm a slave,