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The Last Confessor Episode 44

Posted by Hedowho on 21 February, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 44

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

Roseline held her flowing dress as she climbed on the steps of the medicine man’s store.

She looked so elegant and one could tell she was royalty, she screamed wealth. She was pretty adored with expensive jewelries and she smelled so nice.

She looked graceful.

She looked like a goddess even as the wind blew her hair to to different directions. She knocked softly on the old and barely standing door. She scrunched her face in disgust because of the environment.

It was a ghetto and mainly for the poor ones. Roseline doesn’t like such places but she has no choice because she needs the medicine man’s help.
And unfortunately for her, he stays in such a place. Though the place wasn’t really looking dirty or messy, Roseline still didn’t like the place.

She hated dirt.

She knocked again on the wooden door and this time around, an old man – not really old, he should be in his late sixties but due to the fact that he’s not wealthy, he looked older.

“My lady.” The old man bowed in obeisance.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m not staying here long. Let’s get this over done with, Diego.” She scoffed and made her way into the almost tiny store that couldn’t even contain her properly.

The store looked so old but yet, very clean and medicines and antidotes were properly arranged on the old wooden shelf.

Roseline rolled her eyes as she stared around. But it wasn’t the first time she was here but she still feet irritated and uncomfortable. Everytime she visits, she’s always irritated.

She hated the lowlifes and commoners.

If not because of how desperate she was, she wouldn’t have thought of coming to such a place.

“My lady, please seat.” Diego offered her a wooden box for her to seat and she grudgingly sat on it, with her face scrunched up in disgust.

“We need to hurry up Diego. I didn’t bring any of my maids or bodyguards and the king isn’t even aware that I left the palace and I wouldn’t want him to find out that I left without his permission. I didn’t even come here with the carriage and you know how risky it can be for someone with a high status like me.” She snorted proudly.

Her nose in the air and her head high in pride.

“I understand my lady. So, my lady please what brings you here? You visited me about 7 days ago and I wonder why you are here today.” Diego said in that croaky voice of his that Roseline refers to as the voice of a frog.

“I came here for the fertility pills. The king and I meant and I want to be able to carry his child this time around.” Roseline said and rolled her eyes.

“Okay my lady. Let me quickly get it for you and tell you how to use it.” Diego said and walked to his shelf while Roseline patiently waited. She’d do anything to make sure she carries the king’s child.

She doesn’t want to loose the chance of not being the queen.

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Roseline smiled enthusiastically as she walked into her bedroom. She brought out the pills from under her garment pocket and stared at it.

Diego had told her how efficient the pills worked. He asked her to take two pills twice daily.

Roseline took the cup of water on her small table and grinned as she took four pills.

She wants it to work faster and better and so, she decided that take more than she was requested.

“Who knows, I might even give the king twins.” She smirked and swallowed down the four pills.
She drank enough water and kept the cup back.

She would just wait patiently for the pills to work.

*******

The king panicked but he quickly shook it off. He got down from his bed and quickly wore his clothes back. He walked to his bathroom and took out a bowl and poured water in it. Then, he took an unused white towel and walked back to his room.

He made Isabelle lie properly on the bed and stared at her. She looked pale and her breathing was low and it was barely audible.

The king sat beside her on the bed, put the towel in the bowl of water and wriggled out the water from the towel, before dabbing it on her forehead.

Her forehead was hot and she was perspiring. He dabbed her forehead for sometime before he put the towel back into the bowl of water and wriggled the water out before placing it this time, on her hand.

He paused and pondered for a while. Why is he taking care of her by himself when he was supposed to order a maid to do it?
No matter how much he tried to deny the feelings, he knows he cares for her.

He touched her palm and it was a little cold.

****
He got to in between her legs and he cringed. Why exactly was he doing this?

She was nude and his d*ck reacted as he got to her v*gina region. It was sticky in there and if she was conscious, he knew she’d feel really uncomfortable.

He ignored his hard and protesting d*ck and proceeded in cleaning her up.

*****
In the middle of the night, Isabelle groaned and winced in pain. Her throat was sore and her head felt like it was gonna split into two because of the pounding headache she felt.
She had woken up because she felt the need to use the bathroom.

She turned slightly and saw the king fast asleep. She gasped lowly as she stared at the king.

What really happened?
Why was she lying with the king on the bed?

She shook the thought aside as the strong urge to use the bathroom came. Slowly, she sat on the bed.

The king stirred as he noticed the movements on the bed.
He opened his eyes fully and saw Isabelle trying to quietly get down from the bed.

“Where are you going to?” He asked coldly as he ran his eyes all over her body.
And Isabelle took the cue to stare at herself and she was shocked to see herself in a baggy shirt that she knows it isn’t hers and can never be hers.

Could it be for the king?
But she has never seen the king wear a shirt before.
So, who owns it?
But anyways, it was the least of her problems now.

“My king, I want to use the bathroom.” She whispered.
The king didn’t say anything but just stared intently at her.

She got up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom, leaping softly and holding the walls for support.

She finished using the toilet and went back to the room. She sat on the bed and was about to lie back when the king surprised her by touching her forehead with the back of his hand.

Huh?
“Your temperature is better now.” He grunted lowly with his face hard as a rock.

Isabelle was surprised and speechless.

“How are you feeling now?” The king asked, even before he could stop himself.

Isabelle was too stunned to reply.
Wait, did the king just asked her such a question.
Is this the king or an impostor?

“Uhm…” The king cleared his throat, making sure to keep his expression neutral even if he wanted to badly look at her with care in his eyes.

“I take back my words. You can go back to your room and sleep. I’ll call the doctor to check you and give you drugs.” The king rushes his words.

Isabelle smiled and shook her head, “no my king, you don’t have to take back your words. And I’m fine. A lot better.” She said, even if she didn’t know exactly what happened to her.

She couldn’t bring herself to remember because her head seems foggy and blank but maybe by the following day, she’d be able to remember what had happened.

“I already took my words back.” He groaned.

“Oh! You did? I didn’t know.” Isabelle said sarcastically.
“I’m letting you go because you aren’t feeling too well but next time, I’ll punish you severely for talking back at me with such sarcasm in your voice.” The king said with a hard glare.

Isabelle gulped down nervously and bowed her head slightly at him. “I’m sorry my king.”

“And, you can stay in my room, only for today. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow morning and find you dead in your room.” He snorted sarcastically.

Isabelle didn’t say anything but just lay on the bed.

“Thank you my king.” She whispered at last.

Isabelle turned to the other side of the bed and shut her eyes, even if she wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore. It seems sleep had suddenly disappeared from her eyes.

Suddenly, she felt a cold-like thing on her wrist. She turned and almost screamed as she saw the king’s face which was surprisingly close to her face.

“My… king…” She stuttered nervously and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Always wear this bracelet and never take it off, not for any reason.” The king ordered in his cold voice.

And that was when Isabelle’s eyes darted to her wrist and found the bracelet around her wrist. If fitted her wrist so perfectly.

She found it so pretty.
“Thank you my king.” She smiled lightly. She was almost forced to hug him tight, but she restricted herself because she doesn’t want to get punished and she even wouldn’t be able to do it.

“Go to sleep now. Goodnight.” The king muttered lowly.
Isabelle was yet again, left in utter surprise and shock but at last, she was able to whisper back, “goodnight, my king.”
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TBC………….😍💋💖
Seems the king is already having a soft spot for Isabelle 🙃
He even took care of her and tended to her😜
Kebby lovers ❤💋❤
Much love ❤️ for u all
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