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The Last Confessor Episode 47

Posted by Hedowho on 22 February, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 47

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

The king heard a loud bang on his confused head.
He stared at Isabelle and she looked at him in confusion.

“Wait, Isabelle are you being serious right now? You don’t remember a thing?” The king asked quizzically, staring intently at Isabelle who had a blank expression on.

“Isabelle, is that my name? Where am I? Are you my father?” Isabelle asked with and arched her brows at him.

The king sighed.
Isabelle had really lost her memory.
She has an amnesia.

He was almost forced to groan angrily but he just glared at Isabelle.

The fall had really been hard and the doctor had even said it was a miracle she didn’t die.

He’s surely gonna deal mercilessly with the person that put her in this condition.
The person would never go unpunished.

As if struck by an unknown force, he suddenly remembered that Isabelle had asked him if he was her father.

Seriously?
Does he look that old to be able to have her as a daughter?
He cringed and snickered but he was quick to maintain his cold face.

“Woah! You should see your face your highness! You look like you just had your face smashed by an unknown force.” Isabelle suddenly bursted into hysterical laughter.

The king’s eyes flashed and he abruptly stood up from the bed.
Isabelle stopped laughing when she saw the angry look on his face.

“His dare you? How dare you make a fool out of me and pretend to have lost your memory? What do you take me for?” The king rasped angrily and that was when it dawned on Isabelle that she was in a deep trouble. What had she gotten herself to?

“I’m sorry my king.” Isabelle whimpered and lowered her gaze to stare at an empty space.

“You know what, just get healed and I’ll know what I will do to you.” The king said and glared angrily at Isabelle.

“My king, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what came over me.” Isabelle whimpered, tugging on her shirt nervously.

The king hissed and stomped out of the room.

“Oh God! What have I done?” She muttered to herself and winced loudly when she felt a sharp on her head.
She didn’t even know what gave her such temerity to joke with him like that.

She wasn’t even thinking straight.
She sighed and laid back properly on the bed.

****

The king paced angrily in his room as he remenisce what had happened few minutes ago with the confessor.

He had truly being worried and believed Isabelle had lost her memory.

She had looked so serious and he didn’t know why, but it didn’t sit well with him that Isabelle could not remember him.

But he’s glad and at the same time, angry that it was all a joke.
He’s gonna talk to her later and ask her what exactly had happened and he’s sure she’s gonna tell him the person that had put her in that condition.

***

“Now, I’m asking you all for the very last time, who helped the impostor Salome to poison me!” The king yelled angrily and it caused shiver to run down the spines of the maids.

They were shaken in fright and they were already in tears.

After few minutes of silence, the king signaled the guards with a wave of his hands and three of them marched forward to meet him.

“Flog them thirty strokes.” He ordered and walked away.

“My king, please we didn’t do it.” Some of the maids cried. They wept bitterly but the king was already out of sight.

The guards walked closer to them and raised their whips.

“Stand properly and turn your backs. Strip too!” The head guard ordered. The maids gasped and panicked in fear.
And slowly, they started undressing, weeping profusely.

****
“How are you feeling now?” The king muttered, as if he didn’t want to ask the question
Truthfully, it was difficult saying the words but he had to.

Isabelle gulped down nervously and licked her lips.

“I’m fine my king.” She said lowly.
“Have you had breakfast yet?” He asked again, with his face neutral.

Isabelle smiled in her heart – even if the king doesn’t show in his expression that he cares about her, she knows he cares and that gladdened her heart.

“Yes my king.” She bowed her head.
“And your medications, have you taken them?” He asked. And this time, Isabelle couldn’t help but smile lightly to herself.

She nodded her head, “yes my king.”

“Okay. So, I’m going to be asking you some few questions and I want you to answer them sincerely.” The king said, his gaze scrutinizing her.

“Yes my king.”

“What really happened that you had your head deeply injured?” The king asked curtly.
Isabelle sighed and slowly and calmly, she proceeded in telling the king what had really transpired between her and Roseline.

“Are you sure you’re saying the truth? Roseline really did this to you?” He asked, clearly shocked. He found it rather in unbelievable but he he knew with the way Isabelle is afraid of him, she would never lie to him.

“Yes my king. That’s the truth.” She bowed her head.

King Ceasar cussed inwardly and gritted his teeth in anger.

“And the bracelet? What happened to the bracelet I gave to you? It isn’t on your wrist again.” The king said and darted his eyes to her wrist.

Isabelle gasped lightly and checked her wrist and truly, the bracelet the king had given to her wasn’t on her wrist again.

“My…king…I swear, I…don’t know what happened to it. I didn’t even know it’s not longer on my wrist again until you said so just now.” Isabelle said sincerely and king Ceasar saw the sincerity in her eyes.

“I don’t know why, but I choose to believe you. But do you think Roseline might have taken it?” The king exhaled deeply.

“No, no, my king. I’m not sure she can do something as lowly as that.” Isabelle shook her head, not knowing exactly why she was defending Roseline that almost killed her.

She wasn’t even sure if really Roseline was not guilty.

“Okay. I’ll investigate on it because I want that bracelet to always be around your wrist. It’s not just a bracelet…” The king sighed and rubbed his temple.

“When you are fully recovered, we’d be visiting Salome.” The king said.

“Erm, my king…I have a confession to make.” Isabelle muttered and scratched the back of her neck.

“What is it?” He asked keenly.
“I knew the Salome that came to sing the other day wasn’t the real Salome…but I was scared to tell you because of how you hated to even see me.” Isabelle muttered.

The king did not say anything but just rubbed his temple thoughtfully.

“And my king…I know who was behind the poison.” She said.

“Huh? Really?” The king eyes lit up.

“It was king Miley.” She said lowly and the king didn’t looked shock.

“I thought as much.” The king groaned and stared intently at Isabelle and Isabelle’s gaze met with the king and they both stared at each other.

It was the first time Isabelle was staring directly at the king.

Before the king could stop himself, his face was already close to hers and his lips a few inches apart from hers.

Isabelle closed her eyes and then, she felt the king lips on hers.
*
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The king kissed Isabelle.
So, Isabelle played a prank on the king and he believed her⁉️ 🤣🤣
I wonder what her punishment would be 🙃
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TBC………….😍💋💖

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