Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 384

Chapter 42: That’s Not Helping

“Forty-seven,” I said, doing my best to avoid the thorns on this long-stemmed rose as I clipped the stem with a pair of shears.

I had gotten them from the garden shed. I’d actually found several pairs and was trying each of them out to see which worked best. So far, that one was my favorite pair. It cut fairly cleanly, but it was still taking forever to harvest all of these roses. The stems were covered with thorns.

And I hadn’t found any gardening gloves.

Theo was standing off to the side, and I had to assume he was looking around, trying to figure out if there were any tunnels or secret doorways out there, but I was a little. annoyed that he wasn’t helping me. He was standing in the shade of a large flowering tree, while I was sweating beneath the hot sun.

“We heard from other servants that you’re forced to work. What’s going on, my lady?” Brook asked worriedly. I turned to see her approaching along with Jake. It was clear from the way that she addressed me that she still hadn’t remembered who we really were or what we were doing here. Jake looked the same as before as well, so he also didn’t know.

“I am picking roses for the king’s wedding,” I replied, snipping another stem and removing the thorns before I nestled this one on top of the others-number forty-eight.

“How many do you have to pick?” Jake asked, eyeing the basket that was already very full. I had seen a couple more in the shed, so I had a feeling I’d make them all fit, but it would be close.

“Uhm, four hundred,” I said, rounding up.

“Get out of town!” Brook said, and I almost laughed. She was too sweet to swear.

“That’s right,” I told her. “I’m about an eighth of the way there.”

“This is not your job, my lady!” Brook grabbed the shears from my hand. “I’ll call our guards and we’ll take care of this for you.”

Jake also agreed, “Brook is right, my lady.”

I shook my head and sighed. “She… I mean, the king’s fiancée, wants to humiliate me; that’s why she gave me this task. So if she finds out that I’m not working, I might be in more trouble.”

And I needed her to lower her guard with me, thinking I wouldn’t fight back, so that it would be easier for us to execute our plan.

“But you’ll be out here forever, working by yourself,” Brook noted. She turned and gave Theo a hard look, but he wasn’t even paying any attention to us from what I could tell. “Do you have any extra shears? Please, at least let us help you then.”

“Okay, thank you!” I nodded at the shears sitting on the ground. “You don’t have to, but it would be nice.”

“Of course!” Brook said, practically skipping over to me to pick up the shears off of the ground. “What about gloves?”

“Sadly, no. I can’t find any. Just be careful. Some of these thorns are very long,” I warned them.

“I see that,” Brook noted.

and began to cut the

Brook continuously wiped her brow with the back of her hand because she was beginning to perspire.

shade, looking bored. “I have another pair of shears, you

asked. “In case

“You know, you

his head. “No. I don’t do

I tried to remind myself that eventually we would get out of here, and he’d be the prince again. I needed to be nice

labor or

“Picking flowers.”

didn’t feel like letting him get away with being a prima donna at the moment. “I’m sorry, remind me again. Who is it that wants this to work? Who wants

at least he came over and picked up the shears. Dropping to a knee, he began to

hand. Tears formed in her eyes, and I could see

could say anything, Jake was attending to

took her hand and began to examine the

they flirting with

help but smile at how cute they were. Jake pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, gently cleaned the wound, and then wrapped it up. It was so adorable. For

Theo didn’t even acknowledge that I was speaking. But knowing how observant he

deeply. “Ouch!” I shouted, shaking

and he hadn’t even turned his

myself pretty deep on a thorn!”

painful.” He went about his work, not

bleeding profusely!” I told

clothes. It’ll stain.” He snapped through another

hand in the hem of my dress. I didn’t have

his head at me, like I had been slacking because I didn’t

Had I actually had sex with him? I must

I said, as I moved to another row of roses, “if you let me borrow your gloves, maybe I’d be less likely to poke myself again.” I looked at

life,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t even think

protective of those gloves. He’d gotten so mad at me before, when I’d simply picked them up while we were in his room that night when I’d first become his

worn them was when we

knew better, but I was so frustrated that he hadn’t helped for so long, and

sharp. “Now, knock

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