Chapter 12:Punishment Pt1
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Chapter 12: Punishment Pt1
POV Ivory Costello
I watched as maids scattered around the theatre room, I narrowed my eyes confused to why they all were excited. Was there a new movie that they all were excited about, I could care less but the boredom was driving me insane. Several maids scattered around placing food and snacks for the nobles, kings and the mafia family.
I had seen less of Elijah ever since King Ezra had sent him down to the basement, a fear had settled in the pit of my stomach. After the name calling by King Ezra and me exploding in anger, I had no seen him either and I was glad.
"Sorry.” A young woman muttered her blonde flakes of hair hits my face as she bumps into me, she gasped in shock as she froze staring down at the holder which carried tea cups and biscuits. She had yet to see me, and I knew once she did the hate and disgust gaze would return.
"It's alight spoke once I knew she had a good grip on the holder, she snapped her head on my direction she smiled as if not recognising me.
I could not remember seeing her before, yet there was a lot of things which I had not seen.
My attention returned to the maid, who stood analysing me probably trying to remember if she had seen me before.
"I have not seen you before in the castle?” She questioned, her eyebrows narrowed in confusion and suspicion. She opened her mouth to interrogate me, but when Elizabeth walked pass she froze glaring at me then turning her attention to the maid in front.
"She's no princess to have captured your attention, Bethany." Elizabeth scowled, Bethany jumped startled by Elizabeth sudden anger.
"I apologies, I was just curious have not seen this lady around the castle.” Bethany spoke, her voice had lowered as if the volume had been turned down. Her gaze lowered to the ground.
"Have you heard...Curiosity killed the cat.” Elizabeth spat out angrily, I watched silently as her nose flared angrily and she lips creased together deepening her scowl it possible.
"Apologies.” Bethany repeated. I felt horrible towards the way she was being spoken too, but I remained silent watching the heated conversation in front of me as if it was a cinema picture.
"This is Miss Ivory Costello.” Elizabeth addresses me, Bethany looked towards me before her eyes widened.
"Miss... You’ve been ill-Conceived.” Stated Bethany it sounded as a question, but it was a statement from her. I had heard many names called my way ever since I have stepped into the castle...
Illegitimate, Bastard and finally I'll-Conceived.
"Hurry up the DVD has begun.” Someone yelled, at right now King Ezra walked into the cinema room alongside with Iyla and right behind them in hot trail was none other than Elijah.
"Are you not coming?” Elijah questioned as he ditched King Ezra and approached me, I shrugged nervously I had no idea what was going on inside the home-built cinema.
"I have no idea what is happening to be honest.” I spoke, watching Elijah raise his fingers dismissing Bethany and Elizabeth who scurried away not needed to be told twice.
"The wedding tape of Iyla and King Ezra.” He spoke, I frowned at that and wondered why he would even recommend me coming there
watch the wedding tape.
"I do not think-"Elijah shook his head in a 'no' as he gently pushed me towards the crowded cinema, the crowd had made it almost impossible to get through but as Elijah walked maids made a pathway allowing him to walk with me trailing right beside him.
A melodic tune began, as a picture of Iyla's back was shown her traditional white veil which was helped to fall in front of her. The long veil helped cover her emotions, and I felt the right to blame myself for my sisters pain.
"Sit on my lap.” King Ezra spoke, people who sat around us looked towards her as he spoke.
"What.” I answered dumbfounded, I gripped my palms together as I wondered if it was a misunderstanding or did I hear it correct.
"You heard me, sit on my lap...Wife.” His words were as if a hiss from a snake, poisonous and deadly yet it could be sly and cunning. His words were deafening to me, pierced into my skull almost injuring my ear buds.
"N-no." I stuttered, as the thought of me defying him the first time and standing up against him it led me to get involved in this marriage, which was forceful and unwanted. I didn't believe in this marriage and neither did law, this was the second marriage of his and I was the second; always have been.
"Sit on my lap or god help me I will punish you hard and mercilessly.” He threatened his voice was cold as ice and his eyes were as if a dead corpse, emotionless and blank. He was a closed book hard to read or discover.
I had no intentions of even understanding him, him being close and like an ice towards me was completely fine.
I hated his guts, he was the fire and I was the petrol we are like each other but deadly together.
"I rather pick the punishment."
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