Chapter XXXIII: Treason
As Isabella watched the king depart, she couldn't shake the confusion that clouded her thoughts, nor could she ignore the unsettling way her heart raced in his presence. Lady Belet's words echoed in her mind, a stark reminder of the precarious position she found herself in. She couldn't afford to be held captive by the king's fleeting affections, not if she hoped to survive the treacherous waters of life in the harem.
A few days later, as Isabella retired to her bed after dinner, a sense of unease settled over her as she realized her cherished book of Allendorian stories was missing. Panic fluttered in her chest as she frantically searched beneath her mattress, her fingers grasping at empty air.
She had always taken great care to hide the book, knowing the risks of discovery. But now, faced with its absence, a knot of apprehension tightened in her stomach. Had someone found it? The thought sent a shiver of fear down her spine as she struggled to quell the rising tide of anxiety that threatened to consume her.
As Isabella frantically searched for her missing book, Lady Belet's entrance into the harem sent a ripple of anticipation through the air. Isabella's heart skipped a beat as Lady Belet's heavy expression caught her attention.
"Lady Isabella, his Majesty, the king has summoned you," Lady Belet announced, her tone grave.
Gasps echoed through the harem as the other girls gathered around, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected summons. Isabella's mind raced with questions, but the venomous smile playing on Dara's lips spoke volumes. She was clearly behind this.
"What does the king want?" Isabella asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Lady Belet's expression remained unreadable as she replied, "You'll find out soon enough. Come with me."
With a sinking feeling in her chest, Isabella followed Lady Belet, her thoughts consumed by apprehension as she braced herself for the worst.
As Isabella stepped into the king's chamber, her heart plummeted at the sight of him holding her book. His stern countenance sent a chill down her spine as he accused her of deceit. “And you swore you weren’t my enemy.”
"It's just a book," Isabella responded, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "A collection of stories from my childhood."
The king's gaze bore into hers, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "How did you come by it?" he demanded, his tone cold and commanding.
Isabella hesitated, her mind racing for an explanation. But then, summoning her courage, she admitted, "I smuggled it in my dress when the Fire Army seized me from my castle." She said, thinking about how she couldn’t bring herself to snitch on Alicent, as it could put her in trouble, even out of the harem.
The king's expression darkened, his voice dripping with menace. "This, Isabella, is treason" he growled, advancing towards her.
Meeting his gaze head-on, Isabella stood her ground, her resolve unwavering. "I didn't mean to deceive you," she insisted, her voice firm. "It's just a book, Your Majesty."
The king's eyes bore into hers, searching for any trace of falsehood. But Isabella held his gaze with unwavering determination, her fear masked by a steely resolve as she awaited his judgment.
As the king approached Isabella, a sense of dread washed over her, her heart pounding with apprehension. With a swift motion, he tore her nightgown from her chest to her waist, exposing her breasts, his expression dark and serious. “Bend over that table,” he ordered.
Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Isabella complied, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she awaited his next move. With a heavy heart, she braced herself for the inevitable.
The king lifted the hem of her nightgown, his movements deliberate and calculated. As the first strike of his belt landed on her ass, Isabella couldn't suppress a moan out of the pain she felt. She didn’t mean to moan like that, which made her cheeks flush crimson in embarrassment.
To her dismay, the king smiled upon her reaction, his dark icy eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction as he continued his relentless assault. With each punishing blow, Isabella's world spun with agony and shame, her body trembling with every strike. Yet, the pain began to make her body warm, she could feel an inexplicable tingle in the middle of her legs.
As the king continued his punishment, he couldn't help but notice the fiery red hue of Isabella's ass beneath his blows. He resumed the belting. With a gentle touch, he caressed her heated flesh, the contrast between his rough punishment and tender caress made Isabella shiver.
But as his hand lingered around her ass, he noticed Isabella's arousal, a little wetness dripping down her legs. A flicker of desire ignited within him as he allowed his fingers to caress her silky, humid slit. Yet, he knew all too well the consequences of giving in to his primal urges, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself enough to not cum deep inside of her, which would only increase the already existing chances of her becoming pregnant with first child. With a surge of anger, he lifted her torso from the table, tearing off the remnants of her nightgown in one swift motion.
"Now you can return to the harem," he declared coldly, his words heavy and dry. Isabella was to make her way back completely naked, humiliated. Isabella's heart sank, the weight of impending shame settling upon her like a heavy shroud. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she realized the indignity that awaited her.
"Lady Belet, Isabella can only step out of that door completely undressed. Make sure she doesn't leave this room covered in any way," the king commanded, his voice cold and unwavering.
Isabella's breath caught in her throat as she imagined the scornful gazes and mocking whispers that would greet her upon her return to the harem.
"But... Your Majesty," Lady Belet began tentatively, her brow furrowed with concern. "Is that truly necessary?"
The king's expression hardened, his gaze piercing as he silenced any further protest with a stern look.
"It is," he replied curtly, his tone allowing no argument. With a heavy heart, Isabella watched the king depart, her torn nightgown in his hand.
"Come, Lady Isabella," Lady Belet implored, her tone tinged with urgency. "The sooner you get this over, the better."
Lady Belet's urgent whispers pierced the heavy silence, urging Isabella to hasten her departure. Isabella's tear-streaked face betrayed a mix of contemplation and simmering anger as she stood resolute.
"We mustn't delay," Lady Belet urged, her voice tinged with concern. "I’ll clear the hallways so you can pass without any unwanted eyes."
Isabella's gaze remained fixed, her expression serious despite the trembling of her voice. "There's no need, Lady Belet," she replied, her tone steady. She cleaned her tears and fixed her posture, taking a deep breath. "If it’s the king’s desire for me to walk exposed, then I shall not defy his command."
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