My mystery queen

What an asshole

But now to think I got saved by the king!, the king!. Wasn't he supposed to be with clarissa, just how did I screw everything over.

"your highness are you alright" the dark handsome guy asked again, after he didn't get a reply.

"yes... Yes I am" the king said his gaze still on me.

"who is she, is she a nuisance your highness" the guy said his arms on his swords, tch how dare he. His lucky his handsome if not I would have smacked him for calling me a nuisance.

"No. In fact Jared, she is in need of my help" his gaze still on me, he kept staring directly into my eyes like he could literally see my soul.

"we found this girl, hovering around. A Spy she might be your highness. I fear this place is unsafe for you" another guard spoke making us break the staring contest we both embarked in. My gaze went to the girl he claimed was hovering around, and it was estelle.

"estelle!" I called out joyfully, for the first time I was thrilled to see her. She had tears in her eyes, I frowned rushing to her.

"why are you crying" I asked staring at her.

"I... I heard you screaming, thank God you are alive" she cried out making me roll my eyes,

"I won't die so easily I assure you" I said placing my hands on her shoulders as she hugged me. I tried pulling away but gave up when she wouldn't let go, I sighed dropping my hands by my side.

"Are they the escorts, lord garnish sent to you" that jared guy spoke again his gaze on both of us.

"Escort?, pardon us sir but we belong to the house of ramah" estelle replied, nervously.

"Strange, I thought counsel Torob only begat a daughter, so are you both slaves, daughters or servants of the house of ramah" the king asked his gaze between us.

"slaves your highness" estelle replied with a bowed head. She seemed to enjoy referring herself as a slave.

Jared chuckled, making me furrow my brows. what's so funny.

"your highness though they are slaves I can humbly say they do more than the slaves. As they are Escorts as well" he said making estelle move nervously, wait when he said escorts is he referring us as prostitutes.

"excuse you, we're you deaf or did you not hear we are not escort!" I replied, making everyone shocked by my reply.

"Amaris!" estelle scolded

"how dare a slave speak to a king's guard in such manner!. Have you no manners ?!" the Jared guy yelled holding out his swords.

"And have you no manners referring a random girl a prostitute!." I yelled back. He scoffed moving closer to me as I hid behind the king.

"moses get me a cloth" the king ordered.

"well if you dress the part, what do you expect!" he replied gesturing to the gown that exposed my thighs. that explains why everyone was staring at me. I adjusted abruptly trying to pulling at the dress, I was quite sure it wouldn't move any further from where it was. Wait I used to wear shorts and dresses shorter than this what makes this dude think he can make me uncomfortable in my own skin.

"it is my body I will dress however I dim fit" I repiled making everyone roar in laughter.

"your body?. A woman is never an owner of anything much less herself." Jared echoed. I wanted to speak but estelle held my hands

"forgive us my lord, her dress got torn by some tree" estelle Answered as the moses man came with a long cloth and handed to the king. The king placed it over me his gaze still on me.

"A woman's honour is in her dressing" he replied placing a small kiss on my forehead, making not just me but everyone shocked.

"Jared!, take them back to their master" he replied, Jared hesitanted for a second but the strong gaze of the king changed his mind

"yes your highness" he said climbing unto his horse,

"walk!" he ordered the both of us

"no, they will not be walking, have them ride on a horse" the king ordered

"but your highness?!" he tried speaking but the king cut him off.

"do as you are told! " the king echoed as everyone bowed their head, well we rod back to the house on a horse, as much as I was confused I happily rod on the horses sending mockery faces at that annoying Jared man. Tch what an asshole.

The horses finally halted right in front of the gate. The guards at their posts exchanged glances, staring at us before nodding at Jared and opening the gate. Our horses trotted inside, slowing to a stop as Jared dismounted with an air of effortless grace. He turned, his cold brown eyes locking onto my emerald ones, like he was sizing me up.

"Do you need me to get on my knees and beg for you to get down from my horse?" Jared asked, his voice dripping with arrogance. His cocky smirk made my brows furrow in annoyance.

I scoffed, crossing my arms and glaring back at him. "Well, if you're offering, by all means, kneel." I leaned down, giving him a defiant stare.

"Get down!" he snapped suddenly, his voice sharp enough to make both me and Estelle flinch.

Estelle practically stumbled in her haste to obey, losing her balance. Thankfully, Jared caught her before she could fall flat on her face.

“Tha… thank you,” Estelle muttered, her head bowed low, hands clutching her rod like it was a lifeline.

I rolled my eyes at the scene. “And me?” I asked, mockingly gaping at him as if I, too, needed rescuing. He looked like he was running on the last thread of his patience, his jaw clenching and unclenching in quick succession.

“Maybe you’d like to be escorted back to the palace," he said, voice laced with sarcasm. "You’d make a fine royal escort.”

I rolled my eyes, annoyed but not surprised. Is that the best insult he could muster? Tch. I leapt down from the horse on my own, landing awkwardly on my hands with a soft groan of pain. Dusting myself off, I shot him a glare, but he was already looking bored.

Jared brushed a hand over the white horse we had ridden on, leaning in to whisper something in its ear. Whatever he said, I didn’t catch, but with a light tap, the horse started trotting away on its own.

"I'll take my leave," he muttered, giving his own horse a nudge with the small stick in his hand, urging it forward.

“Bastard!” I hissed under my breath as I watched him gallop away.

“I heard that!” Jared called back without bothering to glance over his shoulder.

Turning around, we were suddenly face to face with Clarissa, Rose, and a handful of other servants whose names I hadn’t bothered to remember. Clarissa’s blonde hair whipped around in the wind, her amber eyes narrowing into a vicious glare.

Before we could say a word, she struck Estelle across the face, hard enough to send her stumbling into me. I caught her just in time, steadying her as she winced in pain.

“My lady!” I snapped, but Clarissa’s fury wasn’t directed at me yet.