Seventy Eight

Aurora stood beside a well, drawing water, the rope of the fetcher was too short, making it hard for her to pull out water easily.

She sighed and cleaned the sweat beads forming on her forehead, just as she pulled out the last water, making the two buckets fill up.

Sometimes, she pitied the people who were born slaves, whenever she worked tirelessly. She had been fetching water to all the concubine chambers since morning, Malik ordered Morena to make her fill all the concubine jars, including the king's chamber.

She lowered, carried off the buckets, and placed them on her head, wanting to shift her concentration to the king's chamber. Likewise, she felt someone peeping at her. She gazed around, hoping to find the shadow creating fear in her.

After meeting with failure, she let go of the thought and the feeling that someone was peeking at her, and she walked away.

Just as she left, Mira came out of her hiding, she walked towards the well, and with a grin plastered on her face, she kick