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The Last Confessor Episode 36

Posted by Hedowho on 21 February, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 36

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

As much as she wanted the Rada’han to be taken off from her neck, she didn’t want to lay with the prince. She’s more like the king’s slave and once a king lays with his slave, nobody is allowed to touch her or she’d be severely punished even by death.

She wasn’t even entirely sure if the prince could even remove the rada’han or he just wants to f*ck her and make her get into trouble with the king because she sure knows that the prince doesn’t like her – he’s just lusting after her body.

Isabelle tossed uncomfortably on her bed and hugged her pillow. She dug her head in her pillow and exhaled.

She couldn’t even bring herself to think of the punishment that awaits her for talking back at the king in a disrespectful manner.

She closed her eyes to sleep but sleep wasn’t forth coming. She just laid on her bed thinking about nothing.

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Mia washed the dishes while Naya chop some cucumbers and carrots.
“That b*tch! I don’t know why she keeps escaping from doing the work she’s supposed to be doing.

The confessor ought to be here in the kitchen and working too like everyone is doing but no, the king had to send for her. That witch!” Naya murmured angrily as she chopped the cucumber aggressively like it was the cause of her problems.

Mia turned to look at Naya who looked visibly angry. She shook her head sadly and continued with what she was doing.

“Is anything the matter Naya? You’re chopping the cucumber too hard and I fear you’re gonna cut your finger with the way you’re acting.” One of the maids, Valery said as she stared at Naya whose grip was tight around the knife.

“Just mind your business and don’t talk to me!” Naya snapped angrily and shot Valery a deadly glare.
“Oh! I’m sorry I asked.” Valery said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. She turned to the pot of soup she was stirring and hissed lowly.

Naya was really seething with anger knowing that Isabelle was with the king and perhaps, in a close range too and maybe having physical contact.

She was planning on eliminating Roseline but the b*tch, Isabelle decided to come into the picture.

She might as well plan on how to get rid of the confessor before it is too late.

She grinned mischievously at the thought.
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“What? The confessor? What kind of prank are you pulling by coming up with such a terrible lie?” King Caesar groaned and raked his fingers through his soft curly hair.

Part of him wants to believe what princess Rayna had just said but another part of him doesn’t want to believe.

“It’s the truth my king. We had left the kingdom together and she taken me to her home and there, she pluck out leaves by her mother’s graveyard side and said it was the antidote.

She knew it would work and she had told me so I can follow her because she knows the guards wouldn’t allow her pass the gate.

She had told me how to administer it to you and I did just that. It’s the truth my king. I’m sorry I had lied to you that I was the one who found the cure.” Princess Rayna said remorsefully with her head bowed in shame and guilt.

“Rayna, you know that if you were supposed to be an outsider, I’d have ordered for your head to be hung. Are you seriously telling me the truth?” The king asked again. He really wanted to be sure of what the princess was telling him.

How can the confessor save him? It was unbelievable and ridiculous. Despite the things he had done to her, she still went ahead to save him.

But why?
Why didn’t she use the opportunity she had to runaway?
Why did she save him when she knows she’s still gonna continue to suffer?

“I’m really telling the truth my king. My heart has been troubled and that was why I decided to tell you the truth.” Princess Rayna said.

“Okay, you can leave now Rayna.” The king dismissed her, with his voice low and filled with emotions.

Princess Rayna bowed and walked out of the king’s room.

The king stopped whatever he was doing and rested his back on the chair and he went into deep thoughts.

He suddenly remembered how harshly he had spoken to Isabelle and she didn’t say anything.
He remembered how he had accused her of wanting him dead not knowing she was his saviour.
Such an irony!

He sighed, still finding the whole thing really shocking.

Why would Isabelle save him even after the things he had done to her and what he intends to do to her?
She knows he hates her and still, she saved him.

*****

Roseline gasped lightly and quickly walked away.
She had heard the conversations between the king and the princess and she finally got to know that it was the confessor that saved the king.

She was shocked and heartbroken. She wasn’t pleased at all.
Why did the confessor save the king and not her?

Roseline got to her room and locked her door. She fell heavily on her bed and let the tears that gathered in her eyes to pour.

She was suddenly scared and feeling insecure of Isabelle taking the king away from her.

She felt really hurt that the confessor had saved the king whereas, she couldn’t do anything but sob miserably.
She didn’t feel entirely sad when she thought it was the princess who has saved the king – but now knowing it’s the confessor, she felt really sad and bittered.

The king would definitely start getting soft with her because of the good deed she did and she doesn’t want that.

She sees Isabelle as a threat and she wants the king to hate her and make her suffer.

Something has to be done before Isabelle finally takes the king away from her. She’s never gonna allow it.

She has to do something.

*****

“Jeffrey.” The king called calmly, not needing to shout or yell. One of the guards, rushed in and bowed before the king.

“Yes, my king.”

“Bring the confessor here immediately!” He ordered.
“Okay, my king.” The guard bowed and scurried away.
The king breathed out and relaxed his back on his chair.

What should he do to the confessor?
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TBC………….
Brought to you by Kebby NG

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