Sent's Creepy Disposition

While the seven Princes were with Prince Bane in the throne room, there was someone who was not comfortable at all, and that was Sent.

The secrets that Sent had while she was the supposed future queen of Persia were just too much and if they ever unravelled, all hell will break loose. It was because of this reason that Sent could not contain herself.

Whta was the reason?

Well, Sent was a harlot and that was just the truth no matter how anyone cared to twist the story.

Sent and one of the Princes of the seven Kingdoms had an affair. All the Princes were deviously handsome, so, on one occasion that the seven kingdoms were in a tight corner with Persia, one of the Princes, ina bid to save his kingdom, seduced Sent, and she fell for it.

The Prince slept with Sent over and over again until he got her in a place where she could not do anything against him. While theat was going on, it was somehoe easy for Sent to manipulate not having anything being done to this said Prince because she made most of the decisions in Persia, but at this point, the decision making seemed to have left the hands of Sent, and if anything happened to that sly Prince, he would waste no time in spilling whatever affair he had with Sent in the past.

''Miss. Erm. My Queen.'' Constnace bowed respectfully as she watced Sent pace the room, trying to get a hold of herself to no avail.

''Is everything okay?'' Constance did not even know what was going on in the Queen's mind. It couldn't just be that Magus was at the verge of signing the treaty, right? Sent was acting as if there was something deeper troubling her.

Sent glanced at Constance briefly and then she ignored her again and continued to pace, this time mre dramatically.

''You know, you might have disappointed me out there.'' Sent eventually said to Constnace.

Constance was shocked at such a statement.

Disappointed Sent? How?

''How do you mean, my Queen?'' Fidgeting, Constance dared to ask Sent what she meant.

''I expected you to make a scene as soon as you set eyes on your so-called foster sister. You know? Call her a thief, call her names. I expected you to anything you could to ridicule her. That's what I expected you to do.'' Sent complained bitterly to Constance.

Constance was taken aback, not knowijg what to say.

''You see, I had to be careful since we were in front of the Prince and all those royalties. I couldn't just act like that in front of them. What of if they arrested me, or embarrased me?'' Constance was fidgeting as she spoke, knowing fully that she had greatly upset Sent.

''But I was right there with you. I would have stopped it. I wouldn't have let anything happen to you.'' Sent was adamant.

Constance just kept quiet and looked at Sent. Really? Was Sent saying that Constance should have trusted her that much when they barely even knew each other? The only thing they had in common was the ''enemy,'' Margaret. That was the only connection that Constnace shared with Sent, so how could Sent expect Constnace to trust her that much?

''I... I am sorry future Queen.'' Constance had no other option but to apologise for somethign that she was not even guilty of. Well, what else could she do in the presence of the ruthless future queen, Sent.

At that time, the sudden urge to return to Magus hit Constnace heavily, and the energy in the room evidently dropped beyond all reasonable doubts.

Sent noticed it and glared at Constance.

''What is it?'' Sent asked.

Constance coyly scratched the back of her neck.

''Well, since my work here is finished, why don't I return to Magus?'' Constance face was on the ground as she spoke, daring not to look at the future queen.

''I beg your pardon?'' Sent became evidently upset.

''Who the hell told you that your work here is done? You have not even started.'' Sent let out such a shrill and scornful laughter to the extent that Constance' gut grinded and she started to feel sick in her belly.

What was Sent trying to say? Had she been kidnapped?

''But, my future Queen, I have to go back to my family. They must be looking for me now.'' Constance, only at this point, remembered that she had a family that she head left at home without telling them where she was.

Sent let out yet another shrill laughter.

The more Sent laughed, the more uncomfortable Constance felt. At that point, she had become pale, looking very afraid.

''You have never spoken about your family my dear. I have made sure to study you for the past four days that you have been here, and you have never for once mentioned that your family might be looking for you, or that they might be missing you, per adventure they are aware of where you are that is.'' Sent looked at Constance with disdain.

''Come on, Constance my dear. You are one of those little brats who roam around the kingdom, looking for men to take care of them. I know your type. For the fact that Lucas sent you to me, says a lot about the type of person you are.'' While Sent spoke to Constance like this, she walked around her, twirling her fore finger on Constance shoulder.

Constance had never felt so helpless in her life. Did it mean that she will remain in Persia for the rest of her life or what?

Why did she ever think that meeting with the famous and ruthless future Queen of Persia would amount to anything good? Constance regretted every bit of her actions tremenduously.

''Please. Please, my queen, just let me go. I will try to help you from outside. Back in Magus, I will try to do all I can to make sure that Margaret is out of the picture.'' Constance solicited.