LOGINAlthough Adley couldn’t hear anything, she was aware of what King Armand was doing at the river bank with one of the maids who worked at the palace. Ann. that was her name. The tall beauty who attended to the queen mother. They were both standing face to face and Aria was talking.
Suddenly the king slapped her. Adley’s mouth widened. “Oh no, he’s getting careless.”
She smiled because her camera had captured everything. Finally, a lucky day. The king who most people thought was the nicest person was just as aggressive as his own mother. Only he didn’t show it in public. Well, until today. Adley could guess what aria had said.
“She probably threatened to reveal what a bastard he is,” she laughed. “Ah poor girl.”
“Maybe she thought she’d finally be the one to tie down the king,” her best friend Cady said.
They laughed, a tad bit loud and Armand turned, forcing them to hide in the bush again. After making sure his attention was away from them they peeked again. “If she didn’t believe his nonsense about the queen mother forcing him to stay away from her, she’s not about to. She’s not as stupid as some of the others.”
Armand had now gripped Ann's shoulders, probably issuing a final warning. A few seconds later, he let her go and vanished into the other side of the wood, where he’d find the path that led home.
Ann went and sat on the bank, her feet in the water. After sometime, Cady and Adley came out of their hiding place and found her teary eyed.
“What is it, little Ann?” Adley inquired, squatting next to the maid.
Aria, who had never hidden her dislike for Adley wiped her eyes and ignored them.
“We saw what happened,” Cady said.
Ann remained silent.
“What did you think?” Adley chuckled, rising. “That you could threaten my Armand? Darling, in this kingdom, only two people actually know the real Armand. His mother and I. For that reason, I’m the only one who can actually be with him. He doesn’t have to pretend with me and I love him the way he is. Sure, he strays but he always returns like the dog he is. Dogs sometimes leave but they always return to their owners.”
“If he is dog, why do you follow him around? It appears as if you’re the dog here.”
“What did you just call me?” Adley’s scrunched her face.
“Leave me alone,” Ann said. “After seeing the kind of person king Armand is I’m no interested in him anymore. You and all the others can have him.”
“You can say all you want about Armand but I won’t ignore what you said about me,” said. “Cady, give me my purse.”
Ann stood up.
Adley blocked her way. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Ann tried to push her but was back. Adley received a knife from Cady. What do you want to do?
‘I want to make sure your mouth remains shut. Armand maybe whatever I say he is but to the world, he is the nicest king this kingdom has ever had. Ann tried to get way but Cady grabbed her while Adley swiped the knife over her neck, slicing through Ann's carotid artery. An expression of shock and deep suffering was on Aria’s face as blood squirted out of the wound.
When the duo was satisfied that Ann was dead, they threw her body into the river. As the body floated, they took a few pictures and hastily left the crime scene.
“I hope no one was looking,” Cady said as they ran through the woods.
“Very few people go there during the rainy season. Why do you think Armand was comfortable?”
“I hope nothing happens.”
“The only thing that’ll happen is my marriage to Armand. Now, I’ve got him and he has no option but to do as I say.”
“I really hope so,” Cady said.
Adley stopped walking. “You actually seem scared.”
“Did you really have to kill her?”
‘Yes, Cady. Don’t even think of mentioning a word of this to anyone. This is our little secret. You and I.”
For a long time, Adley had wanted to have the king to herself.
Several years back, Adley and the teenage king had been sweethearts, two people who were crazy about each other. Everything had gone on well and they were planning to tell parent they wanted to get married when he changed his mind. He said he wanted to put the kingdom first and they’d get married later so broke off things.
The broken hearted girl was okay with the marriage being postponed. They could just continue dating until they were both ready to take the relationship to another level. But he was not having it. He didn’t want a relationship, he wanted to be more independent. He wanted to stay away from any commitments except the kingdom duties.
Maybe it was the high levels of testosterone or it was his mother who had never been so thrilled about his son being in a serious relationship at such an early age. From that time, he became wild, sleeping with whoever was willing to get on his bed. Older, younger, he didn’t mind. All that mattered was they were beautiful. When he tired of someone, he’d claim his mother found out and they couldn’t date. His excuse that broke a number of hearts on the island. Most of all, hers.
That wound never healed and thought it would only heal when she got together with him and become the queen of Niveria. Despite everything, he was the man that she wanted, or she believed. Despite his failings, no on could match up to him.
Now, there was her chance to become the king’s wife. The video and those pictures of the late aria. King Armand was not going to leave her alone this time. Finally, her dreams would come true and shed make him pay for everything he’d made her go through.
And as for the queen mother who let her son get away with his misdeeds unscathed, there’d be hell to pay. That woman who knew all the bad things Armand did and never bothered to straighten him out was going to rea the fruits.
“Thank you, Cady.” she said to her best friend who had fired up a laptop for them to make copies of the video.
“No problem,” Cady said. “When you become queen, we’ll rule this kingdom together.”
Adley smiled and wound her arm around Cady.
“She’s not so nice, is she?”“Adley? She is like any other spoilt girl around here. I’ve never had any run-ins with her as I rarely go to their gatherings. The princess likes to move around with Cherry for some reason. So, I’m usually left with regular maids like you.”Arya smiled. “Isn’t that supposed to be offensive?” “What?”“You calling me regular maid.”“But aren’t you?”“I guess. I’m not anyone’s maid of honor. Maybe one day I will get the title.”“It might happen sooner than you think.”“Why?”“Ann. I don’t see her. She’s neither with those who went with the queen or those receiving them. On such occasions, the queen mother requires all her maids of honor to be here. Maybe she got fired”“I wonder where she is.“She’ll turn up, I guess.”“I hop she does because much as I’d like to be a
This was not a book club but an excuse for high society young women to come together for wine and gossip. Listening to their conversation as she refilled the wine glasses, Arya realized the girls were no different from the maids. They came together to gossip about other women, men, fashion, beauty and everything lifestyle. Except that their standards were higher in regards to all those things, everything else was more or less the same. Arya wondered why they even bothered to call it a book club.There were nine girls in the room but Arya only recognized Adley and Princess Ava. While Adley and her friends tried to outcompete each other on who led the most luxurious lifestyle, the princess was buried in her phone, minding her own business. It seemed she was not as pretentious as the rest were.The book, some romantic comedy with a beach cover, graced by a shirtless tan man was long forgotten. Copies were lying around on tables and Adley wished they wo
What was it with stupid, dumb maids, Armand wondered as he made his way to the doors of the palace. If he loved her, he would wait. He scoffed at the sentence, wondering who kept feeding women with all the stupid lies. How special did she think she was? A poor maid with nothing but a beautiful face on her head. Sure, he’d wait. Not because he loved her or any of that nonsense. But because he needed a distraction from Adley’s crazy antics. He had been stupid to think he could have more than want for Arya. She was dumber than he could have ever imagined. No, why earth would he want a woman who probably only thought and talked about nothing but gossip, handsome men, and marriage? She was probably envisioning herself as the next queen of Niveria. She’d even dream of him, tonight.And to think she had agreed to find a way to get rid of Adley. Armand laughed as he went into his suite. This was going to be interesting to watch. What would an ant like Arya do to the dangero
The king was seated on a wooden bench, close to one of the overhead lights. His physique was illuminated and Arya could see the outline clearly.“You can go now,” he said to no one in particular, in his baritone voice.In a few seconds, Pittas had vanished leaving Arya to face the young monarch. She walked a few steps closer.“My king,” she said, taking a respectable bow. He did not even honor it with a glance.“Come and sit,” he patted the empty space on the bench.“Okay,” she said and did as told. The king was silent. What was he feeling? Disappointed? Angry? Those would be prime emotions if he had found out that the innocent damsel in distress had turned out to be a scheming evil witch with a strong desire to see his family in ruins.And then he turned. His beautiful face was so close. There were many evil thoughts swirling in her mind as she looked
“How are you,” Princess Ava asked Arya when she delivered tea to her studio. She had finally got to chance to enter the glorious studio.“I’m okay,” Arya said, pouring tea into a cup.“What do you think of my paintings,” Ava asked.The room was spectacular. The paintings were amateur-ish but very lovely. It was clear to see that they painted in different stages, she was getting better as time went on.Arya studied the paintings. “They look really good.”“Thanks but I think you’re saying that to please me. Most of them do so.”“No, I really mean it.” Arya looked at the beginner ones. “Did you start with those?” she pointed at them.“Yes,” Ava smiled, as if remembering a beautiful memory. “They’re so bad, aren’t they? Mom said I shouldn’t hung them but I won’t listen to her. I like to look at them, my first babies. They remind me of how far I’ve come and to no repeat the mistakes I have made. She won’t allow to hang any of my paintings d
That girl. The new maid. Recently, he had been thinking about her a lot. He could remember her pale face, water dripping off her hair, trailing down her face and mouth. Those lips. He felt like he wanted her, but he wanted nearly every female in close proximity. This one seemed different it confused him. There was some kind of emotion or feelings or he was just confused with what was going on in his life. He shook his head. How could he fall for a mere maid, without any royal blood, no class, inheritance or anything?Surely, such nonsense only happened in movies and books. Not in real life. It was probably what all the maids dreamed of. To be the ones who finally tied down the handsome. The unique ones who could change him. Ha Ha. As if that could happen. From his experience with women, which was a lot, he had realized they were all pretty much the same. Some might pretend and act all manly but if you removed the outer shell, you’d have your typical woman. Vulnerable, we