~Mala’s POV
I hated that sir. Oliver was always being so nosy. I hated that he was never willing to mind his own business...I thought I had always wanted him to leave...but when I heard about his death, it shifted sothing inside of .
Not because of , but because of Francis.
The old man had always been there for Francis since he was a child...I didn’t know how he was going to take the news. Especially with the fact that his death ca through Lord Chris’s hands.
"What did you just say?" Francis asked.
I never heard this sound like that my whole life. His voice ca cold and his face...unreadable.
"My husband planned to kill you. I stopped it and as a result he has killed Sir. Oliver and he’s coming for ," Agatha sobbed.
"You’re not deceiving , are you?" Francis asked.
Agatha shook her head. "Why would I, when the life of my child is at stake?"
"Get out," Francis uttered and I held his hand.
"Can you at least get her to safety?" I pleaded.
"et one of the guards outside to keep you sowhere," Francis said to Agatha and she stord out of the room.
"I do not believe her," Francis uttered before walking into the washroom.
I went after him, but only stood at the entrance.
"And what if it’s true?" I asked....my heart raced.
"I know Chris is nothing but a liar. He might be trying to trick into coming to him," Francis answered.
"Even if you go to him...you’re stronger than he is, aren’t you? He wouldn’t be able to hurt you, would he?" I asked and Francis was done washing his face.
He walked towards the entrance...I thought he was just going to walk past but instead, his hands slightly caught my neck and he pinned against the wall.
His other hand lowered the clothes I covered myself with and he played with my nipples.
A smirk splitted his lips when he saw the look on my face.
His fingers did sothing to that I couldn’t explain and I couldn’t help but moan.
"I was gentle last night...but I doubt that I would be able to hold myself back tonight. Tell madam Olivia to get so lubricants ready. We’ll be needing a lot," he whispered.
For a minute, it felt like my breath seized. He leaned it to kiss . Our lips almost reached.... sincerely, Francis awoke sothing inside of . I had completely lost my sha and I dipped my hand into his trousers to hold his tool.
I kissed him hungrily, forgetting everything and I Just wanted us to have sex like last night.
The pleasure was getting to .... The kiss intensified and his tool hardened just as soon as I started to rub it.
Suddenly....he pulled away, turned over and made bend. I was expecting to feel him inside from behind, but instead, he spanked and walked into the room.
What the hell was that!
The sha I thought I had lost ca back and I wanted to vanish. Why would he do that to ?
"Why ..did you stop?" I asked, sounding almost inaudible.
He looked at ... I couldn’t keep up with his gaze and I was forced to look away.
"If I start now, I won’t stop till evening. Can you handle that?" He asked and I lowered my head.
It was like digging my own grave.
"I need to confirm what Agatha said. I hope Chris isn’t up to sothing stupid," Francis said and the look on his face changed. "I hope it’s not true because I swear I will kill Chris and destroy everything he has."
I walked towards him and hugged him. "I love you."
I loved how he instantly felt relaxed imdiately I touched him.
He held my shoulder and sat on the bed. "Stay sweet for sweetheart," he said with his gaze lowered.
I blushed....he was shy to look into my eyes.
"I will," I answered.
He raised his head. "I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to her," he answered...pointing at my....
The smile on my face vanished.
He laughed and disappeared.
It still felt like a dream. I finally had the man that I wanted. I was deeply inlove with Francis and I was sure that it would never end.
I had a cold bath, got dressed and leaned on the window. I needed so hair...it wouldn’t be a bad idea to step out of the room a little right?
I wanted sothing different...Francis and I were officially together with nothing to hide. I no longer had a reason to keep myself behind closed doors so I headed out of the room.
Madam Olivia was standing at the entrance with a box in her hands.
"Good morning my lady," she bowed, grinning happily.
I rushed and hugged her...the other maids stared at like I just did sothing I wasn’t supposed to.
"It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Where have you been?"
"I’ve been in the background, making sure things work out perfectly for you," she answered.
It ward my heart.
Even though my father and step mother hated , at least I had soone that took the place of my mother.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"His highness asked to drop this." Madam Olivia handed the box over to . I opened it ....it was oil.... lubricants.
Why on earth would Francis do that?
"It’s just so it wouldn’t hurt," Madam Olivia teased. I dropped the box on the bed and walked back out of the room.
"Can I eat at the general palace dinning?" I asked.
"Why, my lady? You can just eat in your room as usual," Madam Olivia suggested.
I shook my head. "For how long do you want to remain locked up behind that door?" I asked and she nodded.
She signaled towards a guard and he walked towards us. "Please escort her to the dinning and make sure she’s safe," she ordered.
I looked at the guard and he seed pretty young. He had brown hair, erald eyes and a very fair skin.
His childhood was stolen already.
Madam Olivia left to get my food prepared and he walked to the table.
"For how long have you been working at the palace?" I asked and he imdiately bowed.
"I can’t recall, my lady ..but I have been here since I was a child." He shakily answered.
"Why are you shivering? I’m not raising my voice at you am I?" I asked.
I hated the way he was scared of . I never seen him but he fared so much. A part of hated the way they all thought I was a witch.
"I am sorry," he pleaded.
I smiled and looked down at him. Then I noticed he had a cut on his hand. It looked so unkept... "You didn’t treat this, did you?" I asked and he slowly raise his head.
He hid his hand behind him and shook his head. "It isn’t sothing you should worry about, my lady. I’m sorry if it irritates you. I can find soone else to escort you to the table," he begged.
"It isn’t about . It’s about you. Do you know how risky it is leaving a wound like that? Do you want to get yourself killed? Why are you even apologizing to when you didn’t do anything wrong? If I’m not satisfied with it then I can just look away," I couldn’t control myself from letting all those words out.
The boy stood startled and his hands were shivering. I looked at him and his eyes were welled up with tears.
"I....I never knew you were so kind. Everyone told you would kill anyone that ca close to you," he said.
"And you believe that?" I asked with a chuckled.
"I’m sorry, my lady. I shouldn’t have."
I folded my handkerchief and dipped it in the water on the stool.
"Give your hand," I said.
"My lady...you shouldn’t be..."
He talks too much. I grabbed his hand and gently cleaned his wound with it. "You really shouldn’t leave your wounds like this, okay?" I said and he nodded. He had tears streaming down his face like a child.
I wondered when last he was taken care of. He was just like .. alone, scared ....and wounded.
My wound was more on the inside ..and I was already healing up thanks to Francis.
"I feel like a fool," he said, smiling a bit. His smile was so cute. I felt so sorry for him and I didn’t know why.
"Why?"
"For believing that you’re a witch. You kind of remind of my elder sister, my lady," he smiled.
He sohow reminded of Alfred and Anthony...but those ones were monsters.
"Oh ...I’m sorry....I shouldn’t have compared you to my sister. She’s just a maid and you are...." He begged.
I shook my head and laughed. "You should work on your fear."
"What’s your na?" I asked. "Michelle," he answered.
"I’ve been aning to ask....my lady...is your na actually, Mala?" He asked.
"Princess Mala," Soone called behind . The voice didn’t sound like one that I knew. I turned and found a man dressed in a royal attire with the princess that always slls like roses .... Arabella.
"Yes?"
I imdiately let go of Michelle’s hands.
"You know you shouldn’t be standing so close to a guard right? Especially when he’s a man or...." The man coldly uttered.
I wondered who he was. And what was he trying to insinuate? That I was cheating on the king with a guard?
"It’s not what you think," I defended.
He curled his lips and smiled. "Do you mind having breakfast with my daughter and I? We have sothing important to talk to you about."
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