The Last Confessor Episode 39

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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“Okay, my princess you have to be focused and clear your psyche from every thoughts.” Isabelle said to the princess as she stretched the arrow and aimed it at the target.

“Now release the arrow!” Isabelle ordered and princess Rayna did that bravely and it hit the target rightly.

“Oh my! Yes! I did it!” The princess screamed enthusiastically and jumped on Isabelle’s body, much to Isabelle’s amazement.
Isabelle smiled and hugged her.

“Oh my God, thank you so much confessor.” Princess Rayna beamed and stared proudly at the arrow at the target.

“You’re welcome my princess.” Isabelle said plainly.
“Please can we practice more? Please?” Princess Rayna pleaded with cute baby face and pout her lips cutely like a baby.
She looked cute and it made Isabelle smile.

She’s never seen the princess behave childish around her – the princess has never done it before. She’s always having that cold face and serious appearance.

But now, she looks so carefree and happy.

“Yes my princess.” Isabelle bowed and pulled out another arrow and handed it over to the princess who enthusiastically took it from her, beaming with smiles.

And that was how Isabelle and the princess practiced till they were tired.
The day was getting dark and it was time for them to leave.

Princess Rayna was already very good at it but not as perfect as Isabelle as she still kept making little mistakes.
But according to Isabelle, if she continues to practice harder, she’d be perfect and that’s exactly what princess Rayna wants so badly.

They arranged their tools and of the guards helped them to carry the big bag that they had come with – Isabelle had carried it when they were coming but now, the princess ordered the guard to carry it.
Isabelle felt so happy and grateful that the princess had changed towards her.

“My princess, are we coming here again tomorrow?” Isabelle asked as they made to enter the carriage that was already waiting for them.

“Of course.” Princess Rayna nodded her head.

“Confessor, let’s do away with the formalities. You call me Rayna and I call you Isabelle.” Princess Rayna suddenly said after a brief silence between them.

“What!” Isabelle’s eyes were almost popping out from it’s socket out of shock.

She was utterly gob-smacked and what the princess had just said sounded ridiculous and like an abomination.

“My princess, you know I can’t do such. It’s fine if you want to call me confessor or Isabelle, I’ll gladly answer you. But for me to call you by name, it’s what I can not do.” She shook her head negatively.

“But I insist.” The princess said firmly.
“I’m sorry but I can’t. It’s very disrespectful of me and I don’t want the king or your mother to punish me for it when they hear about it.” Isabelle shook her head negatively with her voice sounding firm.

“Okay. This is what is gonna happen – when we are alone or outside the palace, you address me by name and when we are inside the palace, you can address me as princess Rayna.” The princess said and gave her pleading eyes.

“Okay, I’ll think about it.” Isabelle bit her bottom lip nervously.
“There’s no need to think about it, it’s not something you should think about. It’s an order.” Princess Rayna grinned.

“Okay fine.”
“Yay! Thank you Isabelle.”

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Isabelle and princess Rayna got to the palace and they both left for their respective rooms.

“Aah!” Isabelle exhaled sharply as she plonked herself hard on her bed.
She smiled at nothing in particular and sighed loudly.

She stood up from her bed and walked towards the bathroom. She got inside and pulled off her clothes and underthings and she was nude already.
She stepped under the shower and turned it on. She ran her fingers through her hair as the cold water cascaded down her nude self.

She sighed in relief and stepped out of the shower after she had her bath.
She wrapped her towel around her body and walked out of the bathroom.

She got to her room and walked towards her wardrobe and brought out another pair of a maids uniform – more like a nightie but it was for the palace maids.

She wore it and climbed onto her bed.
Just when she was about closing her eyes, she heard a loud knock on her door and she got startled. She heard the knock again and nervously, she climbed down her bed.

She got to the and opened it and there stood one of the king’s bodyguards looking mean as always.

“Confessor, the king wants you in his room immediately.” He said and her heart skipped three beats.

Why?
What did she do this time around?

She nodded her head and followed the guard.

She trailed timidly behind him with her head bowed and her have behind her back. They finally got to the king’s room and she felt so scared and nervous.

It was late already already all she needed was a goodnight sleep.
“My king, she’s here.” The guard informed the king from outside the door.

“Let her in.” Came the curt reply of the king.

The guard opened the door and Isabelle stepped in.

She knelt in front of him and bowed her head, “good evening…my king.”

“You may rise and come forward.” He instructed with his back against her.

Isabelle thought, how the he did the king know that she was kneeling even when his back was against hers?

Nervously, Isabelle walked closer to the king.

“I told you yesterday to see me this morning right?” The king asked harshly. Isabelle shivered and mentally smacked her head hard for forgetting that.

“Yes my king.” She answered.
“Why didn’t you come?” He asked, his tone cold and stern.

“I went out with the princess and we came back a little late.” She replied.

Just then, she felt a stinging thing on her cheek and it hurts so badly.
What!
Reality dawned on her and she found out that the king had actually smacked her hard on the face.

She held the slapped cheek and bit her lower lip.

“Is the princess more powerful than I?” He groaned, his breath fanning against her face because of their close proximity.

“I’m sorry…my king.” She stuttered guiltily.

“Sorry for your miserable self!” He hissed.

The king turned around and went to his drawer and brought out a beautiful bracelet from it. Be closed the drawer and walked closer to meet Isabelle who looked visibly shaken.

“This is yours. But before I give it you, you’re gonna plea…” Before the king could complete his statement, Isabelle already ran to the sink, holding her stomach and mouth and poured out everything from her mouth.

She felt nauseous and light headed. Her stomach rumbled and she she sighed.

She didn’t know what was suddenly wrong with her but she felt a strange feeling in her stomach and it wasn’t a good one.

The king stared keenly at her and dropped the bracelet on the desk.

“You look pale and sick. You can go to bed and by tomorrow if you aren’t fine, I’ll call the royal doctor to check up on you.

I’m doing this not because I care for you but because I don’t want you dead yet – I want you to suffer before you die.” The king smirked at Isabelle who looked like she would pass out any moment.

“Alright my king…thank…” She wasn’t done talking when she felt that strong urge to throw up and she quickly ran to the sink and threw up.

She washed her mouth and hands. She sighed tiredly and walked back to the king.

“Just leave already before you throw up on me.” The king said sarcastically.
Without further ado, she ran out of the king’s room, clutching her stomach tightly and the other hand holding her mouth, while the king stared at her retreating figure thoughtfully.

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What a long chapter 😴😴
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What’s wrong with Isabelle? 🤔
Does the king not really care about her?
TBC…………………. 💋😍❤
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