Punished for not speaking
798 Words
Melanin's POV
I can't believe this is happening to me. I never thought I would have to confront this buried secret within me.
"Maybe I’m overthinking.There might have been some changes in your body, but that could be mere coincidences," I lied to myself, but my wolf remained silent.
Panic surged through me as I closed my eyes, trying to recollect any memories from that fateful night. But nothing came to my memory after I had that drink. It's all a blank void in my memory. What should I do?
Tears streamed down my face. What if I'm actually pregnant? How am I going to tell the king? What will I say to everyone? Will anyone believe my story? And what will the king think of me? He'll likely label me a gold digger since a royal baby can't be terminated.
With a heavy sigh, I tightly shut my eyes. "Maybe all of this is just a dream," I whispered, trying to deceive myself into sleep, hoping it would all vanish by morning.
The next day, I woke up feeling weak and dizzy. I managed to get out of bed and take a bath, but after dressing up, I found myself unable to leave my room.
Zoey entered the room and stared at me with concern. "Are you sure you can work today?" she asked.
"I don't think I can," I murmured.
"It's okay. I'll inform our lady about your condition. The problem is, the king has summoned you to his chambers, probably to give him a massage," she explained. I let out a sigh and lay back on the bed before speaking.
"Could you take my place?" I asked, and she nodded. "Don't worry about it, I'll handle it," she assured me, and I managed a weak smile. "Thank you so much."
Zoey left the room, and I remained lost in thought, wondering if I was indeed pregnant. With a surge of panic, I clutched my stomach, contemplating the uncertain future that awaited me if I were truly carrying a child.
My room door creaked open, and Zoey rushed in with worry etched across her face. "There's a problem. The king is furious and has sent for you," she informed me. I gulped nervously and slowly rose from the bed.
"Mel, you need to be careful. He's in a terrible mood," Zoey cautioned, her voice laced with concern. I swallowed hard and left the room, making my way to the king's chambers while his guards allowed me in.
"Greetings, my king," I greeted, keeping my head lowered so as not to meet his gaze.
"Mine," Olivia howled loudly, but I chose to ignore her.
"What gave you the right to send a maid when I demanded you?" he asked angrily and as I try to opened my mouth to respond, I suddenly felt the urge to vomit.
"I asked a question," he snapped with anger, but I couldn't find my voice.
With panic gripping me, I desperately tried to speak but the consequences of vomiting in front of him scared me that I couldn’t speak. With fear I averted my gaze, unable to meet his anger-filled eyes.
"You've become mute all of a sudden?" he bellowed, yet I remained silent.
Nausea swelled within me, and I struggled to hold back the vomit that rose in my throat. The king grew even more furious, rising to his feet. "Are you deaf?" he yelled, but still, I couldn't respond.
Vomit filled my mouth, and I struggled to keep it from spilling out.
"You've suddenly become mute," he yelled at me, but I remained silent.
I heard him grunt in frustration, and before I knew it, two guards stormed into the room, instilling fear within me.
"Give her ten lashes, perhaps she'll find her voice," he ordered, locking his gaze with mine.
Before I could understand the situation, a lash landed on my back, yet still, I couldn't utter a word.
"Will you speak now?" Lord Maximus asked angrily, but received no response from me.
"Continue with the remaining nine," he ordered, and the lashes kept coming.
As each whip struck me, I could only shield my stomach with my hands, desperate to protect my unborn child if I was indeed pregnant.
More lashes rained down upon my back, and I had no choice but to close my eyes tightly, hoping it would all end soon.
"Leave," he shouted at me once the guards were done with me.
With trembling legs, I slowly rose to my feet. I looked into King Maximus's eyes and noticed coldness in them, but I could also noticed something was different in his eyes.
Was it guilt, pity, or perhaps something else?but It certainly wasn't anger.
Quietly, I bowed to him and left his chambers.
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