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The Last Confessor Episode 32

Posted by Hedowho on 21 February, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 32

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

The king managed to eat the meal even if it wasn’t as tasty as he expected it to taste. If he knew it wouldn’t taste so good like he had expected, he would have ordered for another meal to be prepared.

He can still order for another meal to be prepared, but he was terribly hungry and he wouldn’t be able to wait till another meal is ready.

He ate the meal and when he was done, he drank enough water.

“I need enough rest and I don’t want anybody in my room. I don’t want to be disturbed.” King Caesar ordered as he laid quietly on his bed.

“Yes my king.” Princess Rayna and Roseline bowed simultaneously and walked out of the room.

Princess Rayna sighed as she walked elegantly to her room. She got inside and locked the door quietly.

She laid on her bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Her mind suddenly reminisce about the conversations that had transpired between her and the king.

She had lied to the king that she was the one who had found the cure and she didn’t know why she didn’t tell the king the truth.

The confessor really helped her brother and it is only because of her that the king had survived.

The princess knows how much the king hates the confessor and she knows he punishes her greatly. But then again, she wondered why the confessor had helped her brother.

Why did the confessor help heal the king when the king had caused her nothing but pain?
Why did she do it?

No matter how hard she tried to think and get answers, the harder it became.
It still puzzled and amazes her.

Why would the confessor help the king when she knows that when he finally dies, she’d be free?
Did she enjoy being maltreated by the king?

She was just so confused as different questions came into her mind.

She sighed for the umpteenth time and rolled to the other side of her bed.
She heaved a tired sigh and soon, she fell asleep.

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“Hey confessor.” Mia smiled lightly at Isabelle as she walked into the kitchen.
There were just two persons in the kitchen when Isabelle walked in – Naya and Mia.

Isabelle ignored Mia and went over to the counter and sat on a stool beside it.

“Hey Mia!” Naya called out angrily at Maya who was chopping some vegetables. Mia dropped the knife and turned to face Naya who looked visibly angry with her face red and scrunched up.

Isabelle turned to look at them and stared silently at them.

“I want you to tell all the cooks to assemble here in the kitchen!” Naya ordered sternly.
Though Naya wasn’t the head of the cook, but because she was privilege to cook the king’s meal, she felt proud.

She felt high and mighty.

Nobody dares disobey her because she had the power to even get them punished severely.

“Okay.” Mia said softly and scurried out of the kitchen.
“Hey confessor! What are you staring at? If you don’t have anything to do, go over to the sink and wash the dishes!” She sneered angrily.

Isabelle didn’t reply her but just went straight to the sink and started washing the dishes.

Naya was really angry. Who the hell made the king’s favourite meal that he wants her to continue to prepare it?

Who the hell is the person trying to take her position away from her? How good was the person’s meal that the king could even notice the difference between her own and the person’s?

She was just so angry and she wanted to Know the person.
She didn’t want the person to teach her, but she wanted to give the person a stern warning.

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“You sent for us Naya, what is the problem?” One of the senior chef’s, Dahlia asked with a slight frown on her face.

She had never for once liked Naya because she’s rude and pompous. She sees herself better, higher and greater than others.

“Yes, I sent for all of you. Well, the king is alive…” Naya said and paused, looking at them to see their reactions and of course, they were happy.

They were low whisperings amongst themselves. Isabelle had a small smile on her face and her heart was finally at rest.

She was so worried and she badly needed to know how the king was faring but she didn’t know who to ask but thank goodness, she knows he’s fine now.

“While I was sick, somebody prepared the king’s meal – his favorite meal. Now, I want to know who did.” Naya said and darted her eyes to all the chefs standing in front of her.

Isabelle and Mia exchanged glances at each other and Isabelle nodded her head positively.
“Isabelle, the confessor did.” Mia spoke up after few seconds of grave silence.

“What!” Naya was utterly shocked and gob-smacked. And turned to look at Isabelle whose gaze was on the floor.

“Are you sure of what you’re saying?” Naya asked, finding it unbelievable.
“Yes Naya.” Mia answered.

Naya was filled with bitterness as she walked angrily towards Isabelle.

“A of you can leave except the confessor. I want to have a word privately with her.” She said and the chefs all dispersed except Isabelle who was standing in front of Naya – better still, Naya was standing in front of Isabelle.

“Did you really make the king’s favourite meal confessor?” She scoffed at her.
“Yes, I did.” Isabelle mouthed a reply.

“Now listen and listen to me very well confessor, I’ve always been the one cooking for the king, even his favorite. I don’t know the scheme you’re trying to pull but I just want to let you know that you would not succeed.

No matter how hard you try to get to my position, you would never get to it.

You should know your limit and stay off my way if you don’t want any trouble in this palace.” She said authoritatively while Isabelle just stared blankly at her.

“The king is mine and you should stay clear away from anything that would make you go close to the king. If you want your days here to be peaceful, then stay out of my way.

I guide whatever is mine with jealousy.” She added and pulled Isabelle’s hair roughly. Isabelle groaned a little and held Naya’s hand.

“The king likes your meal and wants you to continue to prepare it, but that would be over my dead body. You’re not gonna cook the king’s meal, I will not allow you.” She said and yanked Isabelle’s hair hard again.

“Stay away from the king okay?” Naya seethed and yank her hair hard when Isabelle didn’t say anything.

“Am I clear?” Naya asked with a wicked smirk.

“Yes Naya.” Isabelle finally grunted out a reply. Naya smirked and let go of her hair. She eyed Isabelle disdainfully and walked out of the kitchen leaving Isabelle to nurse her hurting scalp.
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TBC.
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