She stood and stared pathetically at the boy, placing her hand on his head.
She knew he meant a lot to Emily and prayed he gets better soon.
She left him and sat on the old wooden chair in the room, taking a deep breath as she rested her back. Finally...
She touched her leg and confirmed it felt better. Better than before.
As she leaned her head backwards, she closed her eyes and almost drowse.
The sleep was tempting, but she tried not to. And suddenly, she thought of her sister.
She recalled all they had been through together and concluded life had not been really fair on them.
Tabitha and Isabelle grew up with just their father, who treated them like slaves. Their mother - who was also a confessor - died during Isabelle's delivery and Isabelle figured that was prolly the reason their father hated her more. He always called her a witch and breeder of ill luck.
He didn't so many evil things to her, things she wouldn't wanna remember. He made her teenage life a disaster.
Tabitha was her savior and always tried to protect Isabelle in the little way she could
Although, they were small and defenseless against their father, she still tried to stand up for her little sister, even if she got punished for it.Just like it was earlier stated, their father hated Isabelle more. So, most times, he treated Tabitha better. It didn't stop him from maltreating her as well, he only treated her like a slave.
On most occasions, he'd starve Isabelle and Tabitha would share the little she had with her. They saw hell together.
Isabelle grew up to have only one friend, one sister, and one family. And that was Tabitha. She saw Tabitha as her savior and respected everything she did and said.
One day,,the two sisters figured it was enough and decided to elope together. They ran away from their father, and went far to an entirely different village.
For years, Tabitha and Isabella struggled to survive on their own, doing hard jobs for people and so many things to earn money. They tried as much as they could to hide their powers so people wouldn't reject them.
Then, finally, they came across the confessor's camp - a group of people that was just like them.
For the first time, Tabitha and Isabelle felt the love of a family. They felt they had found a home.
The confessors welcomed them heartedly and treated them like their own. Tabitha and Isabelle finally found a place they called home.
So many things happened during the years and one of them led to Tabitha becoming the leader of the confessors.
Everything was going on well until they had come across Caesar and his men.
When Caesar's parents had come to get their son, but were rejected, Isabelle had tried convincing Tabitha to let Caesar go. She felt it was wrong, withholding the only son of the King.
But Tabitha had fallen in love with her love slave and wouldn't let him go.
Well, Caesar was one handsome boy. His beauty and charms couldn't be argued and when Tabitha had managed to confess him, she saw it as a golden opportunity and fell helplessly in love with him.
Tabitha and Isabelle grew up without the love of anyone. So, when the young prince was confessed by her, showered her with love and worshipped her desires, she fell helplessly for him and couldn't think of letting him go.
She was blinded by the infatuation.
Isabelle had only tried convincing her once, but when Tabitha refused, she let it slide cause she hated arguing her sister - her best friend.
Everything was fine, perhaps, until Caesar killed his own father, trying to protect his mistress.
That was the moment Isabelle knew they were messed up and would never escape the consequences. Too bad she was the only one facing the consequences now.
Despite the fact Isabelle was being haunted because of the bad decisions her sister had taken, she still loved her and wished she'd be found. She wanted to see her.
She, Isabelle, was the only one who knew her sister's secret before she had gone missing.
She was the only one who had that information. And that was the fact that her sister was pregnant for the King.
**The door opened and Isabelle opened he eyes to see it was Emily.Oh! She was back.
She adjusted on her seat and watched her as she walked in.
"Hope I didn't take too long?" Emily asked with a light smile and Isabelle just nodded.
She stopped when she got to where Isabelle was seated.
"How's the leg?" She asked, staring at it.
"Better", Isabelle replied in one word and Emily nodded.
"I'll just mix these herbs in the kitchen. Stay here", she added and walked away, going into the other room.
Isabelle took in a deep breath and leaned back on the chair again.She couldn't wait to get out of there because she didn't want to endanger Emily and her son in anyway.
Suddenly, she heard the door open again. But this time around, it sounded more like a break in.
She pushed her eyes open and was taken abacked when she saw some guards running towards her with weapons. Her heart left her chest immediately.
She flinched and made to stand on her feet, but the guards had gotten to her first and they pinned her down.
"No!" She cried out as she struggled with them on the floor, but they were too much for her.
Emily came out of the kitchen immediately, guilt written all over her face. Her son was already awake due to the noise.
"Emily!!" Isabelle called out, looking straight into her face.
The suspicions were already clear."I'm sorry, Isabelle. But I needed some money for my son" she said, hoarsely, her voice shaking.
"No! Emily, please! He'll kill me" Isabelle panicked, even if she knew there was nothing Emily could do to help at that moment.
"I'm sorry" she bent her head and whimper.
Isabelle tried fighting the guards, but they used a shocker on her and she yelped from the vibrating shock.
"Tie her up!!" The chief guard gave the command and they pinned her firmly to the ground as they worked on the ropes
In no time, she was completely tied, her hands behind her back, and they lifted her to her feet.
"You'll pay for this",she looked at Emily and said, so much anger in her.
But Emily couldn't bring herself to look her in the face as she glued her eyes to the floor.
"Let's go!" the chief guard commander again and with two guards holding Isabelle on each hand, they left the house.
Isabelle cried silently as they took her away. Because she knew she was doomed.
King Caesar sat in a comfy manner on his throne, his thumb rubbing his lower lip, while the confessor was brought in by his guards.His subjects were in the hall as well, standing accordingly on each side and watched as the confessor was brought in, her hands tied behind her.Caesar's cold eyes didn't leave her face for a second, Isabelle also fixed her eyes on him and finally, she was placed on her knees in front and him.She was scared to the teeth, but tried as much as possible not to show it.She looked up at the King for a while, and when the silence stretched, she lowered her gaze to the floor."Hmm" He finally let out a sigh and moved his thumb from his lip."Tell me this is a dream. Isabelle Zorander - the last confessor on earth - kneeling in front of me".His voice was so calm and gentle as he spoke, but Isabelle knew there were so many hidden intentions behind it.His face cr
Isabelle's heart thumped heavily as she stood behind him. Her hands were literally shaking, but she turned them into fists - nervous fists. Caesar didn't hear any sound or movement and he knew instantly that she was yet to undress. He turned with blazing eyes and confirmed the knowledge. She was still fully dressed and didn't look like she had any plans of undressing. "Do I have to repeat myself?" He asked hoarsely and Isabelle lowered her gaze to the floor.She could feel her entire system shaking. "Please...." She forced herself to say. That was all she could think of doing at the moment. "You can do anything to me - but not this". If Caesar had wanted to change his mind, seeing Isabelle plead against it had completely ruined everything. He needed something that'd hurt her pretty bad, something she didn't like. And seeing how scared she was of this, it just willed his detetmination.&nbs
Isabelle couldn't stop thinking pathetically as she followed the lady to wherever it was she was taking her. She didn't even care if it was somewhere dangerous. Her life was already a mess, being the King's prisoner.They walked down a quiet hallway, then got to where seemed a little noisy, coming across some guards who were drinking and laughing widely.As Isabelle walked by, they turned and stared seductively at her."Hey, confessor", one of them called in a sniggering voice."Come and confess me, please. Come and make me your slave".A roar of laughter was heard but Isabelle tried her best not to react to it or even stop to look at them. She just bent her head and continued walking like they were never referring to her.She knew they were only making mockery of her because of the Rada'Han on her neck. They knew her powers had been caged and that was what angered Isabelle to the core. She hated t
"Come on" the guard said gruffly and started walking away, expecting Isabelle to follow, of course.Isabelle glanced at the face of Mia and could see the saturnine look she had."Bye" she mumbled to Isabelle, but Isabelle didn't say a word as she started trailing behind the guard.The guard was so huge and his muscles stretched as he walked ahead of her, while Isabelle just lowered her gaze to the floor, thinking of what could possibly happen in the King's room. She wondered if she'd be able to escape it this time around.Oh! If only he'd have mercy on her. If only he'd punish her in any other way aside sex. She knew she might not survive it after this night. The memories - they'd hunt her.She had suddenly thought of running, running away from the guard, but she knew it was pointless. There were guards everywhere and without her powers, it'd be just a single lady against hundreds of guards. That was impo
There was a thin echo in Isabelle's ears as they awoken her subconsciousness.Her lids fluttered, but didn't open immediately, not until a hand tapped her."Confessor. Confessor" the voice was gentle.Isabelle opened her eyes blearily and found someone sitting in front of her,staring into her face.Her vision was blur at first, but little by little, the face of the lady became clear and she realized it was Mia."Hey, confessor. You need to wake up. Remember, I golf you you'd be commencing work today" Mia said gently, but it took Isabelle sometime before she was able to digest the current situation.Her head was muzzy and she tried to remember....The memories from the previous night came flashing into her head and they scared the hell out of her.She could remember the King ordering her out of his room, and when she tried to, she ended up passing out.What happened after that....it
It was obvious she felt proud being the one in charge of the King's meal."Come on, then. Let's get them to him. We shouldn't keep the Kings waiting. Confessor,,go with this, please", she stretched one of the trays to Isabelle.Whaat??Isabelle looked at her uncomfortably.Going to the throne room to meet the other Kings? She didn't want to."Come on, confessor. There's no time!" She urged and Isabelle reluctantly took the tray from her."Everyone - start going, please. We've wasted enough time already!" Madame Gloria said and about six maids - including Isabelle and Mia - left the kitchen.Oh! Isabelle hated it. She was scared of facing Caesar again. And to think he was with other Kings, it made her more scared.She trailed behind the other maids as they walked to the throne room and finally, they arrived.Her heart beat increased when she spotted Caesar - together with about fi
Isabelle followed the young princess to wherever it was she was taking her.They walked for a long time, two guards behind them and walking through a hallway,,they stopped in front of a room. The princess opened it and went in and Isabelle followed"You wait here, while I get ready", she instructed Isabelle and walked into an inner room, a separate room.Isabelle thought of sitting on the bed since she was tired, but she tried not to. The princess was quite troublesome - she knew. Besides, she's been through worst before.She thought of sitting on the floor but, no. She didn't want to look weak or low.Suddenly, the door opened and Isabelle turned to have a look. It was a young woman - royally dressed. And Isabelle didn't need anyone to tell her it Was Madame Hapitha - Rayna's mother and the King's aunt.There was a stun look on the woman's face that startled Isabelle."What're you doi
Isabelle felt her legs become weak. The King? Staring at them?When did he get there? And what was he doing there?Princess Rayna who was backing his direction was yet to see him, but when she turned, she did and shock reflected on her face."My King!" She bowed immediately before running to him.He just stood with his hands crossed behind him, his long robe displaying royalty and of course, he was with his guards."Brother!" Rayna called when she stood in front of him. "Y...You didn't tell me you'd be coming. I mean...." She paused and glanced at the confessor."Is there a problem?" She whispered.Caesar stared at her briefly before taking his eyes to Isabelle. If not for the fact Rayna had spent enough time with Caesar, right from when she was a kid, she'd have helplessly shivered anytime she was with him.There was just something about him - something she couldn't explain. He