All Chapters of MY DAUGHTER'S MATE: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Georgina's POVI walked the narrow hallway leading to Pamela's chambers. The hallway was completely empty, most of the servants had returned to their hometown to fall with their family. My heartbeat echoed in my ears as I reached her door.I took in deep breaths before knocking on the door. Lena opens the door, my fists clenched in anger, she was the cause of everything happening right now. “Your majesty,” she bowed. “Pamela doesn't want to see anyone right now.”“Get out of my way or you would be the one that won't be seen by anyone.”She bowed, walking out of the room. I pushed the door open slowly. Pamela sat in front of the mirror, brushing her long, dark hair without looking up at me. “Pamela,” I began cautiously, stepping inside. “I need to talk to you.”She placed the brush down and turned her head, just enough to look at me from the corner of her eye. “What are you doing here?,” she asked, her voice laced with venom.I swallowed hard, it was clear she wasn't happy with me.

Godfrey’s POVAs soon as I got within the palace walls, I knew something was wrong, the usual lively palace was now as quiet as the cemetery with only a few people walking around. My journey had been long and tiring, As I walked past the gates and into the palace halls, I noticed the servants. They moved quickly, their faces filled with fear as they ran around and spoke in hush tones. I was heading to my room when I saw David leaning against the wall. He looked worried, unlike his usual calm self. When he saw me, he stood up straight and came closer.“Godfrey, you are back,” he said in a low voice. “I was beginning to get worried, where have you been all this while?”“Forget about me,” I said taking in deep breaths. “We need to go,” he said, his voice filled with urgency as he dragged me. “What’s going on?” I asked, pulling my hand away. He glanced around as if afraid someone might hear us. “People are leaving the palace,” he said quietly. “They are going to their families. They

GODFREY'S POV. The room was warm and quiet, with the beautiful light of the moonlight shining through the small window.I could hear a faint hum of the lovely lady…Georgina. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, sending a warm glow across the wooden walls. In the middle of the room was a plain wooden table covered with a simple lace cloth. A vase of fresh flowers sat in the center, their sweet smell mixing with the smoky scent of the fire. “Godfrey,” I heard Georgina call, I slowly turned in her direction with a faint smile. She walks to the bed moving the red curtains aside. “I thought you would sleep forever,” she laughed pulling me into a kiss. I pulled her closer, our tongues locked like my life deeper on it, drowning my tongue in her saliva. She pulls away, a faint mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she unties her nightgown and makes it fall to the ground. My brows furrowed in curiosity. Something didn't feel right. “Do you feel that?”“Feel what?” She laughed si

GEORGINA'S POV. The cave was freezing, and the cave air made it feel even colder. I sat at the head of the stone table, my body shivering in the cold. It has been three days now that we have been fighting out here and no one else came to our rescue, they did want us dead. The flickering torchlight lit the whole cave, it was clear that the people were tired and had already given up but I was a queen, Queens don’t falter, my father had always said, and I intended to honor that.Gamma Israel stood on the other side of the table. He leaned over the map he had spread out, his hands gripping its edges so tightly that I feared it might tear. “Our traps failed,” he said, his voice laced with a mixture of anger. “The Southerners avoided them all. Every ambush we set, every plan we made…they saw through it. Our sentinels didn’t even have a chance to engage. They have been tracking our movements far better than we thought possible. The Queen’s men,” he paused, looking directly at me. “are

Georgina’s POVThe Southerners’ camp was a chilling sight, that sent shivers down my spine. Soldiers moved around, their faces stern, My wrists were bound tightly, the tight rope biting into my skin as they dragged me deeper into the camp.I kept my head high, meeting the glares of passing soldiers. I rather die as a proud queen than a queen who begged for her life. At last, we arrived at the commandant's tent. It was larger than the others, a dark monolith in the dim light. Two guards shoved me inside, my face kissing the ground. The commandant crotch in front of me, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he stared at me like a hunter who have just caught the biggest prey.“So,” he began. “this is the infamous Queen Georgina.”I said nothing, glaring back at him. “Too bad, such beauty and strength comes from the North,” he said, shaking his head, disappointment etched on his face. “My people would have respected,” he added. “Just kill me,” I blurted out, my voice laced with venom.