All Chapters of THE KING'S HEALER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Roseline walked out of the bathroom and found her nanny straightening her bedsheets. Her hands were wet and she wiped them over the back of her night dress as she walked in."You're done" Nanny Hapitha said as she eyed Roseline while straightening the bed. Roseline only nodded and as soon as her nanny was done, she sat on the smoothly arranged bed. "Here. Made you your glass of milk already" Hapitha took up the glass of white milk which she had kept in a little tray and Roseline fauxed a smile as she collected it from her and gulped half of it's content. "Is daddy home yet?" She leaned her back against the wall and asked. "Yes dear. He should he in his room" Hapitha replied, her hand on Roseline's thigh. The 23 years old girl was having a saturnine expression and Hapitha didn't need anyone to tell her what was going on in that lit

Richard had lost his appetite as soon as Roseline left He stood up from the dining and went into his room to stay, knowing Hapitha would clear the table.  He was devastated. He knew his daughter would harbour so many hurtful thoughts about him. He knew she might probably hate him and wish he was never her father. Well, also wished he was never her father. He wished he didn't have a child so the child wouldn't have to suffer such Ill fate. He didn't want this for his daughter, but since it already happened, he had no option but to fulfill his responsibilities by protecting her. And to protect her, he had to keep her away from the world, so what happened to her mother wouldn't happen to her as well. So what killed her mother wouldn't kill her as well. Oh! He couldn't afford losing her as well. Never. There was a hard knock on his door, one that sounded desperate and

Roseline had just finished washing her face when she came out of the bathroom and found Hapitha entering into the room. Oh! She was a little early today."Good morning, nanny" she greeted calmly, and Hapitha released a tensed smile. "How was your night, dear?" She asked. "Um...it was fine. You're a little early today, nanny"."Y...Yes. I just decided to". Roseline could notice something different about her. She was acting... strange. She decided to just shrug it off anyway as Hapitha got busy, dressing her bed. But suddenly, her hands started shaking and Roseline noticed it. "Nanny! Nanny, are you alright? What's wrong?" She asked as she held the older woman's hand who was almost in tears. "Oh Roseline..." She whimpered. "Please, talk to me. What's wrong? What's wrong?

Something similar to fear gripped Roseline immediately.Oh! Creators! The King was awake! She had indeed succeeded. She succeeded.His eyes were barely open, but with the heavy rise and fall of his chest, it was obvious he eas regaining consiousness.Princess Martha turned to Sally immediately."Quick! Get the healer out of here!" She said desperately and Sally ran to Roseline who was almost looking numb, just staring at the King."Come on, Roseline!" She hit her arm lightly, jerking her out of her thoughts.Roseline, who's eyes had been fixed on the King the whole time, tried getting a grip of herself as she stood up.The King's lids were already fluttering and without further hesitation, they gripped her hand and ran out of the room with her. Well, they knew the King  just too much. He was a man with vast knowledge and knew there was a

"Get out of my room, Valerie" Lincoln's voice was deep and shakily, Valerie forced herself out of the bed. It wasn't in his intentions to just dismiss her like a used gabbage, but he really wanted to fight the urge of grabbing her and pumping right into her again. Her presence there on his bed was more than tempting. So, he had to dismiss her immediately. Valerie's legs were shaking. She took her torn clothes from the bed but discovered she couldn't make use of them - not anymore. "You can take a material from the wardrobe" Lincoln said to her and whimperingly, she leapt to the wardrobe and pulled out something that was big enough to cover her body. Finally, she left the room. Lincoln stood up from the bed and got dressed, wearing just his trouser. He walked over to his table and leaned on it, trying to understand what was going on. Why did he see