Chapter 173:
I belonged to the King and the King alone.
He crossed his boundaries.
I didn’t need his pity.
I didn’t need anyone’s sympathy.
I ignored the glances the guards threw at me as I made my way to my room.
Betrayed by his actions, I slumped onto the bed, weeping uncontrollably.
How dare he treat me like a fool?
How dare he use my kind heart against me?
Exhausted from sobbing for hours, I didn’t even realize when I fell into a deep slumber.
Voices filled my head, jolting me from my sleep. I tossed and turned, using the pillow to block the sounds, but they only grew louder.
Irritated, my eyes fluttered open, and I let out a loud growl.
I wasn’t sure how long I had slept, but I wanted more rest.
Thanks to the baby growing in my belly, I was drained.
The voices came again, pulling me out of bed and toward the window. Surprise overtook me when I saw Ray, screaming at the top of his lungs, apologizing.
Anger flared inside me as I remembered how deceptive he had been.
I wasn’t going to fall for his tricks a second time.
I was about to shut the window when he dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face, his hands clasped together.
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My heart softened at the sight of him. I felt myself drawn to him once again.
Did I overreact?
Maybe I was too hard on him.
Maybe he hadn’t meant to misbehave.
He was just sorry about my fate. He hadn’t meant to kiss me. It had been a mistake.
Without wasting time, I walked out of my room to meet him.
“I’m still mad at you,” I said, trying to harden my voice and my expression.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I didn’t mean to. I was just carried away. I wanted to make your last days count. I know I wasn’t supposed to lay a finger on the King’s property, but I…”
“Felt bad when I saw you. It will never happen again, Ma’am.” Tears streamed down his face as he lowered his head. He dug his hands into his ripped jeans to retrieve an old handkerchief, using it to wipe his face.
“What you did could kill you,” I began.
“I know, but that will be the last time. I just want to know if you’re still mad at me,” he asked, attempting to kneel again, but I quickly stopped him.
“I know I ruined our friendship. I deserve whatever treatment you give me.” His head hung in shame as he awaited my judgment.
“It’s fine. You scared me, but that should never happen again. I don’t need your pity,” I warned sternly, emphasizing every word.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Relief washed over him as he lifted his head.
