Chapter 11: Blood Servant
Looking out the broken window, Aleksander snickered with his idea.
He will rip the slave in pieces and announce her dead by the next day... or should he do it next week? Would it look suspicious if his new wife would die suddenly?
The bastard prince wondered.
Will he earn the ire of the king if he killed his wife? Or will the king laugh it off like the crazy lunatic he was? The king did specifically choose the woman as his son’s bride as a joke in the first place.
Aleksander’s head ached.
This was going to be one hell of a week for him. Aleksander took off his shoes and coat and just had them sprawled all over the floor.
He still couldn’t get over the fact that he was being forcibly coerced to marry a slave. He rubbed his temples as he had lain on his bed.
A knock came up on Aleksander’s doors after several minutes from when Henry left. "You have called, your highness?" A girl’s meek voice slipped through the crevices.
"Come in," Aleksander said in an irritated voice.
The blood servant entered the bastard prince’s chamber and Aleksander noted there was an undeniable tremble in her movements.
She knew what was coming to her when the prince calls for her in his chambers.