The Forced Maiden For The Cursed Alpha King by Josephine Ivy

Chapter 43 SABRINA’S POY

I am not cleaning that library again. And that’s final.

After I had my lunch, I headed to the harem kitchens and put together a small basket of bread, cheese and water. With the basket in my hand. I headed in the opposite direction of the King’s palace.

I hadn’t been here, but I’d heard about it. The dungeons. Where offenders were kept. This wasn’t the main dungeons of the pack as I had heard, but this one was reserved for very special, and very notorious criminals. For none of them would dare act out with the alpha of alphas within range of them. The Chronicle, no one would dare cross him. Heavily guarded, impossible

to break out of.

Blair’s home for a while now,

I got there, the guards stationed at the entrance gave me a weird look.

“What are you doing here?” One of them asked, his eyes cold and unfeeling. “Aren’t you the king’s slave? Trying to get yourself in trouble again?”

I felt a spark of anger at being called the King’s slave. And another spark of anger at his last sentence. Trying to get in trouble again? What does he think I am?

“My name is Sabrina, and I’m here to visit a prisoner,” I said as calmly as I could muster. “She used to be a dear friend of mine. But I’m sure you all know her.” 1 narrowed my eyes as I said the last word.

They let me pass, giving me directions on where to find Blair.

Her cell was certainly not as impressive as her room. Lacking all the ruffles and flair and pink.

There was a single candle flickering on the candle holder by the wall. A small window that let in streaks of light, the light caught dust mites and illuminated the dusty floors. Much to my surprise- or rather disappointment- the cell was clean, just a little dusty. Blair wasn’t wallowing in her own filth as I had imagined.

At the back of my mind I wondered if the king had sent maids to clean the cell of his royal fucktoy.

If he asked me to do it I would have said a very bold ‘No‘ and prepared my neck to be snapped.

Blair sat beside the steel bars that trapped her in, her hands on her thighs, and her back to the wall. She was dressed in a drab gray gown, much like the one the servants wore. Even in this place, she still has that proud and haughty air about her. Her hair was tied in a high bun, it looked like she has tried to style it. She turned her head to me, slowly, and hatred filled her eyes. Without her makeup she looked younger than usual. Or maybe it was because her eyes had sunken in.

“Fuck off.” She hissed, her tone like a snake. Like the black snake she put in my bed.

I crouched down to her eye level “Hello, Blair.”

She chuckled, her eyes raking up and down my body. “What’s the matter? You’re here to gloat? Flaunt your new position in my

face

“Position?” I laughed. I pushed the basket towards her. “I didn’t come here to do that. I brought you some food.”

“Awww, how nice of you. She reached out for the basket through the steel bars. She knocked it over and smacked it away. The bread and cheese rolled out on the floor, ruined. Same with the water. Blair looked at me with eyes so dark and venomous. “T don’t need your fucking charity.”

“Hey, you could have just said no and I would have taken it back”

“Fuck you, Sabrina. You think you’re so much now huh? Just because you’re fucking the king now? Watch and see. I’ll be out of this place in no time

“Now I’m insulted: I rolled my eyes. She’s still on about this narrative. “I’m not fucking your beloved King, no. I would rather shove a red hot poker down my throat than do that. So no, I’m not doing that. If that makes you feel any better.”

“Figures. I mean… You barely know how to please a man, talk less of the king himself. It’s

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sex appeal. I bet you’re a sorry loser

words triggered a deep unhealed part of

to recall. Zayn and his refusal to touch me. All the excuses he gave. All the insults. And when he did touch me. I felt like a log of wood. I shoved thoughts of that disgusting cheater out of my mind. That chapter of my life is done and

rose to my feet and glared at her. “Listen up, Blair, I am not your enemy. You brought yourself here. I meant you no harm and you tried

out of the trajectory. “What makes you think

to see you

She screamed, her voice ringing out through the cells. Some inmates groaned and yelled

wonderful day. I waved lazily and turned to leave. Once I walked out of

same rotten corm she has always been. I was a fool to think she

by slowly. But my mind had been

back to my room to

the visit to Blair, my mood had improved just a little bit. I was still very angry, and very sad, which was a bad combination that just sat in my stomach. But

He held

hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. A shudder

look splendid this evening.” He said, his eyes scanned my face.

You don’t look so

a moment, a smile on

should go.

“Of course.”

going to be happy and put all

and I went took a leisurely stroll into the city. He told me about his

me. “Your friend, she got married

remembered my sadness from this morning. “She

we pay her

looked up at him. “I would love to, but

smile. “I know, I’ve been

“Really? Why?”

around

cheerful gift will do. And she just got married so perhaps some….” I trailed off and blushed. No way in hell was I about to say night dresses. I cleared my throat and straightened my back. “I’ll pick out the

“Very good.”

505 PM c

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close for the night. Caldan was

selection of jewelry some clothes. A porcelain figure of an angel

I want to get some gifts for her” I explained to the shop owner,

joyous laugh. He left for a while and returned with a large basket that had just wedded banner in cursive writing. This has everything she could need. I’m

expensive?” I asked in a whisper. The fact that I had no money to my name was starting to weigh on me seriously. Xena is my friend, and yet Caldan is paying for the gift I’m buying for her. My heart ached and

Caldan

He was inspecting a selection of handmade mugs. He turned to me. “Rina, don’t worry

he’s spent on me I will

I

go back. Today has been a bat shit day. The shittiest day I’ve had

carriage. Caldan joked that the next time we’ll take on of the