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The Last Confessor Episode 24

Posted by Hedowho on 7 February, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 24

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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Isabelle had woken up the next morning on the floor.

She was stark n@ked and her clothes were lying scattered where she had last kept them.

She grunted. Ugh! Her head.

The events of the previous night came flashing into her head and they almost made her panic. Oh!! The King!

In between her thighs were hurting so much, but she struggled to stand on her feet, took her clothes from the floor and found her way to the bathroom.

It was a long cold shower….

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She came out when she was done and took a shaggy dress from the closest. Then, she walked out of the room, headed for the kitchen.

On her way, she bumped into Mia.

“Oh! Thank goodness, I found you. You’re early today” Mia smiled, but as usual,Isabelle said nothing.

“Come on, confessor” she continued walking and Isabelle followed.

A long walk, and they got to the kitchen.

The kitchen was busy as usual, but when Isabelle checked, she couldn’t find Naya.

Did she suddenly quit? She wondered.

“Oh! Mia, thank goodness you’re here” Ma’am Gloria came scuttling towards them.

“The King wants fish tacus for breakfast. Please, make it as soon as possible. He’s been waiting for too long already”

Mia’s eyes beamed.

“Um… okay, ma’am Gloria. I’ll do that right away”. Mia replied and quickly set out to work.

Isabelle saw a tray of pumpkin and went to sort them out. Everyone was so busy in the kitchen, there was no time for gossips or side talks. They were all getting ready for the big party tomorrow.

“Confessor” Mia suddenly called, walking upto her and Isabelle paused to look at her.

“Would you…. mind helping me with the fish tacus? I’ve never prepared it before”.

Isabelle arched her brows. Huh??

For real?

“Why?” She muttered. “why me?”

“Well….I have a feeling you might be good at it. The other day when Naya was making hers, I saw the way you looked at her. Please, confessor. If you have any idea, just help me out”.

Isabelle was tempted and bewildered. A part of her badly wanted to do it because fish tacus was her favorite; but another part was scared because it was the King’s meal.

What if he finds out and gets angry? Didn’t Mia think of it?

“Can you do it, confessor?” Mia asked again and this time around, she nodded – slowly.

“Oh! Thank goodness. Come on then. These are some of the ingredients you’d be needing. Incase you need anything, you can check the stucks in the storage room”. She explained and Isabelle mouthed an “okay” and set to work.

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It took her about an hour before she was done with it and at that time, the kitchen was mesmerized by the aroma already.

“Wow! This looks really yummy” Mia giggled as she took in a deep breath, trying to get the smell.

“What happened to Naya?” Isabelle was forced to ask.

“Oh! She’s a little unwell. But I think she should be fine soon. I’ll get these to the King” Mia replied and took up the tray of steaming meal.

She smiled at Isabelle before walking out of the kitchen.
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Princess Roseline sat in front of the mirror as one of her personal maids brushed her long hair.

She was angry and fuming. She was on her monthly flow again. Again!!!

She seriously couldn’t comprehend why she couldn’t take in for the King. She couldn’t understand it.

She had tried every possible means, taken fertility boosters and the rest. But they didn’t seem to be working.

Oh! She really needed a solution. She needed to have an heir for the King and that way, she could be sure the King would be hers forever.

Tho, she’s been a long time friend of Caesar, but she could tell he wasn’t entirely elated about the engagement stuff. And that’s because he was being persuaded by her father.

So, she needed something strong to pin him; to hold him. She really needed to have a child for him. But what would she do?

She couldn’t understand why she was still unable to take in after so many months of trying. Could she be unfertile?

Her door went open immediately and she looked from the mirror to see it was one of her maids -Martha.

She walked in with her head bowed and stood in front of Roseline.

“My princess, I’ve gotten the answer to your question” she said and Roseline’s eyes beamed.

“Go on” she said with a gush of curiosity.

“The King….I asked one of his personal guards and he told me the King had visited the confessor’s room last night. He said he had heard her moaning and crying. So, it’s obvious the King had sex with her before retreating to his room to sleep” .

Roseline’s eyes flashed with anger. They screamed inwardly, yelled inwardly, but she couldn’t bring her self to show her weakness to the maids.

Her breath hitched as she turned back to face the mirror.

The confessor was the reason the King had rejected her last night?it was all because of her!!!

No!!!!!!

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Mia returned to the kitchen after a long while, her face beaming with smiles.

“Oh! Confessor, the King liked your meal sooo much!” She squealed and laughed.

Isabelle had been working on some vegetables.

“Does he…know it was prepared by me?” Isabelle found herself asking, even tho it was pointless.

“Um… not really. He doesn’t ask” Mia shrugged and Isabelle turned back to her vegetables.

“Oh, my God!! Salome is here!!” Someone suddenly exclaimed in the room and all eyes darted to the directions of the window.

“Whaat??”