Chapter 93 To The Dungeons

Chapter 93 To The Dungeons

Shocked, Ivy stared at the king with eyes as wide as saucers. Her heartbeat accelerated. "Your H—highness, I— I did what the pirn—princess asked me to do—"

Another slap came across her face. She shrieked as intense pain blasted onto her face and stars bursted in her vision. Biham pulled her up by her hair and shook her.

"Did I ask you to do that?" he growled dangerously with his mouth close to her ear.

"N—no…" she replied through her split lip. Even though the king hadn't asked her, it was his daughter who gave her the order. How could she deny it?

"Under whose command, are you?" Biham asked, yanking on her hair so hard that she thought her scalp would peel back from her head.

"Your command," she replied as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Then why did you go against my command?" Biham shouted and slammed her against the wall.

Her forehead hit the wall and blood oozed out of her head. It trickled like a river down her cheeks and chin. "Mercy, my king, mercy!" She started begging, she was sure that the king would kill her by beating her to death in the library. "It was Princess Morava's order. H—how could I deny it?" She started wailing.

"You should have circumvented it, bitch!" he growled. "Now look at the situation you have put me in!"

"But no one will ever know about the servant girl once she is killed," she sobbed. "She was the reason why Princess Morava was insulted."

Biham was so angry that he shoved her onto the floor, her face hitting the rug. The rug was stained with her blood as she cried.

Biham glowered at her. "I thought you were intelligent and that is why I made you a spy. But if a kingdom has spies like you, then God save the kingdom. And it's no wonder that Eltanin is the most powerful ruler of Araniea. He has a network of sharp spies and soldiers who listen to him." He paused to rake his fingers through his hair. "A slave has no meaning in the games of kingdoms. She was of no importance until you made her so. Did you think Eltanin would not find out about Morava's actions? You have rubbed him the wrong way now. Couldn't Morava have waited to punish the slave girl until after her marriage with Eltanin?"

Ivy trembled. She thought that she had done a great job, but now because of her, Biham was in serious trouble. If what he said was true, then Eltanin would not only invade Pegasii because of a hurt ego, he would never marry Princess Morava.

Biham nodded when he heard her thoughts through the mind link. "Now you know what will happen?" He kicked her in the belly and she rolled on the floor, slamming against the legs of a chair. "You bloody stupid women have ruined all my plans!" He sat down on the chair and held his head in his hands to try and think of all the possible scenarios he could to end this unwarranted feud with Eltanin. The only way would be to free the slave girl and send her back immediately. However, if Eltanin had already started his march towards Pegasii, chances are that he didn't have much time to defend his kingdom. He contemplated on killing her and then erasing any of the evidence, but wouldn't that be just plain foolish? Eltanin and his soldiers must have already sniffed out the girl to Pegasii. And he knew that the Draka king wasn't just strong in body, he was also very intelligent. His mother was a sea goddess, which meant that he was a demigod.

It wouldn't take more than a day for Eltanin to raze his kingdom to the ground. And all because of his daughter's uncontrolled temper, arrogance and foolishness. He felt like crying when his gaze shifted to Ivy. She was curled up in a corner, sobbing and bleeding.

Suddenly, he rose to his feet, scared as hell. "Where is Morava? Has she killed the slave girl?" Ground had slipped beneath his feet. He had to save the girl and return her back to Eltanin.

"I— I don't know," Ivy replied with terror in her eyes. If Morava had killed the girl, she was certain that Biham would behead her. "But the princess was very tired from her journey last night, so I think she is still sleeping."

As if he was infused with new life, Biham walked to her and grabbed her hair. He yanked on her hair to pull her to a standing position. "You better pray to all the gods out there that the slave girl is still alive. Otherwise, I am going to skin you alive and then hang your body upside down on the gates of the palace wall for everyone to see!"

Ivy started shaking like a dry leaf barreling in the summer breeze.

"Now take me to the slave girl!" He shoved her towards the door. Ivy stumbled. She nodded vehemently and opened the door, praying to every god out there that Morava hadn't reached the girl yet.

Biham shouted orders to his guards, "Where is Balfour?" Balfour was his second in command. "Get him to the dungeons as soon as possible!" he barked.

In her battered condition, Ivy hurried to the dungeons where they had kept the slave girl. Biham wasn't bothered about how he was dressed in his night robe. He was just concerned about reaching the slave girl before Morava did any damage to her.

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Morava was extremely tired. When she returned home, the first thing she did was order Ivy to throw the girl into dungeons. She was going to kill her, but she wanted to make her pay for what she did to her and her friends first. Because of her, Giada lost her life. Not that she was bothered about Giada, but it hurt her ego. How could Eltanin favor a slave over her? Because of her, Eltanin overruled her judgment. Over the last few days, he had been avoiding her like the plague and even was hinting that she should leave. She decided that if she was going to leave, she wouldn't go without taking the servant girl that everything had started with. If the slave hadn't come into the scene, she was certain that Eltanin would have been engaged to her by now.

She woke up with a groan, her thighs were pinned apart and Mizvah's mouth was in between them. She had ordered her servants to send him to her chamber for the night. She had been hoping that King Eltanin would have had her in his bed after their engagement, but the man hadn't even touched her. She felt insulted. And over the past few days of not having sex, she had pent up frustration. Mizvah was the only wolf who would never deny her. So, when she saw him in between her thighs, her lips curled up. He growled over her sex and devoured her hungrily. She threaded her fingers in his hair and arched her body for him to take more. Soon, she came all over his mouth. He got up and slid inside her immediately. Pounding into her at a maddening pace, he breathed out, "I missed you!"