My Royal Highness

The humiliation!!

The sun rays peeped through the window and fell on Devi's face. She was too weak to move, even open her eyes, when a knock came. She got up, from bed all numb from the torture of yesterday's night, opened the door.

"Your Grace, I brought you some clothes! And your stuffs!" The maid bowed.

"Ok, Thank you!" Devi replied.

"Let me place them!" She asked confused.

"Yes, ahh, sorry!" Devi opened the door and gestured towards the cupboard.

Out of curiosity, Devi asked,"Who's staying in my room and where is my maid?"

"I am staying there!" The queen entered and asked the maid to leave.She bowed and followed the orders.

"Ohh!" Devi replied.

"Don't you know how to respect your elders?" The queen asked.

"I know, but I don't have a bit of respect for traitors!" She snarled.

"Traitors? Umm.. right I guess! By the way, I can see my son treated you very well and the way you desrve!" She said tastefully looking devi, up and down.

"Ahh.. that sounds funny, isn't it? I doubt you didn't taught your son, how to respect women! I wonder if he treats you this same way!" Devi replied.

"You girls have sharp tongue, fine, I know how to tame you!" The queen smiled.

The queen took a knife, and cut her finger,"What're you doing?" Devi asked.

"You just have to wait and watch then you'll know it yourself!" The queen replied and turned to leave,"Ahh! One more thing, your slaves, were all like you, so my son decided to send them to the training field!"

"How dare you, Traitors!" Devi spat.

"You'll see in the near future, how much we dare!!" The queen smiled and left.

Devi sighed and in all these she forgot about her father. She ran her hands through her hair, and looked her face in the mirror, the swell on her face decreased remarkably, only a slight purple patch, can be seen, her eyes are open, but her wound on her head and lips are still fresh. She took a bath, dressed her wounds with the cloth wrap and went down, wearing her nuptial thread and red powder.

She entered the dinning hall, there seated the devil of her life, he was furious for some reason, looking at him her eyes fiiled with tears and a lone tear ran down. The flashes of last night, came, she wiped the tear and moved inside.

"I want to meet my father!" Devi demanded.

Marco rose from his seat, slapped her so hard, that she fell to the ground, clutching her burning cheek, that's when her eyes fell on the queen. She was smiling at devi.

Marco squatted next to her and clutched her by her hair, "How dare you hurt my mother, you damned w***e!" Marco shouted.

"Wa.. what? I..i.. i didn't do anything!" She stuttered.

"What about this?" The queen raised the cut on her hand and smirked.

Devi looked at her in disbelief. Suddenly, she felt alot of pain on her forearm, she looked, at her arm, which was now covered with cuts and blood.

"Please, stop it! Ahhhh..!! I... please!" She was begging but he continued scratching her hand with the knife, the whip mark that was about to heal, reopened again.

"Mark, please!" A sweet voice came.

Marco clenched his jaw and looked up, seeing Jenny, he immediately got up from over, Devi and ran his hand through his hair. He threw the knife on the table and sat down on his seat.

Devi was writhing in pain, she clutched her hand got up from the floor, holding her bloody hand, her head was spinning. She immediately clung to the chair near her and clutching her head.

"Are you ok!" The lady asked.

That's when devi, noticed her, she was beautiful, elegant and well dressed, her aura shouts Italian accent.

The lady came to devi and touched her shoulder,"Ye..Yess!" Devi stuttered, balancing herself.

That's when Marco, looked at devi, who was facing her back at him.

Yesterday's torture was evident on her back, the wound has reopened. Her ears were bleeding. A ping of guilt flashed on his face, but he immediately, composed himself, and returned to his ruthless self.

"I'm fine, I think, I should leave!" devi tried to smile, but failed miserably and started walking towards the door, she was in so much pain that every step she took made her feel dizzy. Her hands were bleeding.

"Everyone sit down!" A voice roared.

Devi knew, it was the prince, but she was in lot of pain, she no more felt the urge to eat anything.

She continued to walk, when his roar again came,"I said every damn one, sit down!"

Devi sighed and sat down on a chair near her, but she was no more conscious, she lost her consciousness.

Last thing she heard was few murmurs.

"I don't think, He'll survive!" The doctor replied to Indulekha, who was sitting their holding her husband's hand.

"please, doctor, don't say that! I don't have anyone left with me, please help him doctor!" She sobbed.

"We're trying miss, but, he's not responding to any of our treatment, we asked for more herbs, if he responds to the medications by evening, everything will be alright, or else, things will get more complicated!" The doctors sighed and left.

"See, I told you, let our bastard take the throne, whom you sent to exile, but no, you're too stubborn and protective about that wench, that you felt it's right to let that wench rule this kingdom! India's throne, can only be replaced by a king, no queen can replace a king, because God made us like that, we're meant to support a man and not rule like a man! You old fool, how dare you, risk your, life for that disgrace. And now, she's in the right place where she deserves, a disgrace deserves a disgraced place. Her mother left you, during your lows and that wench left you to die. I was the only one who was loyal to you and will ever be. I love your. I mean, I love you, honey!" Saying this Indu buried her head to his chest and cried.