“L. I dare not, Your Majesty…” she protested weakly,
Before she could finish, Alistair swept her up in his arms and strode toward the royal carriage.
“Your Majesty!”
Majesty! This is improper!” She grabbed his sleeve in panic.
“Silence,” he snapped, cutting her off, and unceremoniously shoved her into the carriage.
As the carriage approached the courtyard, Alistair suddenly raised his hand, signaling the coachman to stop.
Elvira followed his gaze and saw a young woman in a deep blue gown, hanging silken cloths to dry.
The mald, Dorothy, bore a striking resemblance to her sister, Isabe
“Send that maid to my chambers tonight,” Alistair instructed indifferently.
The Lord Chamberlain, the head of the royal servants, immediately nodded and sent someone to inform Dorothy.
Dorothy was overjoyed, eagerly preparing for the night. She spent the entire day changing outfits, bathing several times, and waiting for the darkness to
Tall
Elvira, however, paid little attention. The previous night had taken its toll on her; her head spun, her body felt heavy, and a fever made her feel delirious.
When it was time for her shift, Lord Chamberlain came to check on her, finding her still lying in bed.
“My lord, I’m unwell. Please inform His Majesty.” she spoke weakly.
The Lord Chamberlain was full of sympathy and quickly replied, “Rest, my lady. I will handle it,”
Soon, the courtyard fell quiet again.
Elvira’s lever burned fiercely, and eve
I oven after taking medicine, there was no improvement.
Later that night, as her consciousness blurred, Dorothy came storming into the room, her eyes red, and slapped Elvira across the face.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?! The king finally chose me, and before I could even step into his chambers, he heard you were ill and abandoned ne
to come running to you! All these years, he’s kept no mistress but you. Do you intend to hoard him forever?!
Elvira’s mind was spinning, her fever making everything a blur. What was Dorothy talking about? Why would the King come to see her?
“I am truly sick.….…..” Elvira tried to explain weakly.
But Dorothy didn’t believe her. She began to lash out, slapping and hitting Elvira in a fit of rage.
“You scheming whore! You’re always trying to seduce men! I’ll tear that beguiling face of yours apart!”
Elvira could barely tolerate the pain. In her weakened state, the words slapped from her mouth before she could stop them.
“I’m leaving soon. Why would I seduce him?”
“Lease?” Acold yoke came from the door
Elvira’s blood ra
Iran cold.
Alistair stood in the doorway, his scarlet mantle draped over his shoulders, his eyes black with fury-
“Elvira, where do you think you’re going?
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Elvira suddenly awoke, her back drenched in cold sweat.
She struggled to prop herself up, her voice trembling with weekness. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. The fever must have addled my mind… I spoke nonsense, thinking I was near death…”
Alistair’s sharp paze swept over her face, and he sneered. “You seem quite lively to me.‘
With that, he left.
The moment the door shut behind him, Dorothy rushed in again.
“Did I not tell you to stay away from His Majesty? I will have you pay for this!”
She grabbed Elvira by the hair and slammed her head against the bedpost.
Elvira, still burning with fever, felt a dizzying pain as her head collided with the wood.
She tried to resist, but she lacked the strength to even raise her hand.
Dorothy’s slaps came down ke a storm, her nails learing bloody scratches across Elvira’s face
“Did you think His Majesty cares for you? You are nothing but a plaything!” Dorothy delivered a vicious kick to Elvira’s chest.
Pain seared through her body, and her vision darkened. Before long, she lost consciousness.
When she awoke again, there were agonized screams coming from the courtyard.
“Your Majesty! Please have mercy! I swear I’ll never do it again
Elvira pushed herself up with great effort, peering through the window. Dorothy was strapped to the punishment rack, two attendants talding turns administering a flogging.
Her backside was torn and bloody, her cries growing fainter with each passing moment.
