"Sir Oliver! Sir. Oliver!" the hairless girl from earlier ran with her bald head reflecting every light that it found.
Sir Oliver stood up from the chair and he dropped the small cup in his hand. His eyes shinned with curiosity like he had been waiting for her to come.
"What happened?" Sir. Oliver asked.
She fell to the ground and lowered her head. "That witch has successfully manipulated his highness, sire. I went to her just like you told me to, just to check if i would find anything suspicious. But instead, I found her treating his highness….like….like her slave," She said, and immediately she broke into tears.
Sir. Oliver picked up the cup and threw it against the wall. He gulped and gritted his teeth.
"I should have just found a way to end that thing the moment she arrived her. I warned his highness but he just wouldn't listen," he growled. "What exactly did you see? What did she do to him?" Sir. Oliver asked.
"She …she ordered his highness around like he was her slave. She….she yelled at him and told him to stand there…..she did things to him that shouldn't be done to a king. She did those things in front of us…she humiliated the king," she cried.
"I know she wouldn't stop there, Sir. Oliver. She said she is going to do the everyone the things that she did to his highness. Her eyes were glowing red….we have to do something about it before she starts humiliating his highness in public," she cried further.
"You may go. I know what to do," sir. Oliver immediately grabbed his coat and went ahead.
His heart pounded with fear and his eyes beamed with hatred towards mala.
****
Meanwhile,
Francis' hand had already explored almost every part of Mala's body. He carried her and laid her on the bed.
She was patiently waiting for what would happen next. She was willing to be the devil's good girl.
It was the first time she had loved a man so much. She wasn't willing to hold back. She wanted him and she wasn't hiding it.
But …. let's just say the universe wanted otherwise.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Knocks landed on the door, dragging Mala out of whatever fantasy it was that she had.
Francis immediately got up, like he had just gotten a hold of himself. His clothes immediately appeared back on him and Mala covered her body with the blanket, feeling quite ashamed.
"We shouldn't be doing such petty things," Francis uttered coldly before walking out of the room.
Petty things?
Did he just say petty?
Wasn't he the same man who whispered the dirtiest things to Mala just a few minutes ago?
Francis opened the door. His hungry red eyes had vanished.
Sir. Oliver looked into Francis' eyes and he could swear that he sensed fear. He had never seen Francis so scared.
Sir. Oliver hated Mala.
He concluded she was a witch and she had already started hurting him.
Only if he knew what happened behind those closed doors.
His unexpected presence made mala feel a fool. She was left handling her desires with a cold bath.
Leave it to sir. Oliver to ruin a moment.
"What do you want?" Francis asked, still with that same fear in his eyes.
Sir. Oliver lowered his head. "I need you to stay at my place for a while. I burned some incense that would help to stop the sudden wildness and let you live without that girl for a while. Please, your highness," Sir. Oliver said and Francis vanished.
Sir. Oliver glared at the entrance one more time before leaving. The evening was approaching.
"It has to be today. I have no time to waste," he mouthed as he walked ahead.
******
Sir. Oliver stood in the midst of the flowers in the palace garden.
"Why did you call me here?" Lord Chris asked, appearing behind him.
Sir. Oliver smiled. "I am glad that the wizard himself honoured my invitation," sir. Oliver said.
"If it's anything about being obedient to Francis, then you should know that I would never listen," Lord Chris immediately stated.
Sir. Oliver smirked. He took a while to look at the moon then back at Lord Chris. "I would give you the spell book you asked for, but only if you agree to ruin someone's life with me," Sir. Oliver said and Chris laughed.
"The person must have really wrong you for you to be willing to give me the spell book," Chris said. "Just say the name, and the person is dead before you know it."
"You remember the yearly feast held by cresent?" Sir. Oliver asked.
"It's my favourite part of the year. I'll get to sleep with any princess that I want," Lord Chris said, laughing. "But how does the yearly festival have anything to do with the who you want to ruin?" Lord Chris asked.
"I want the feast to hold in seven days from now," sir. Oliver said.
"Why?"
"I want you to humiliate mala on that day. Decieve her and sleep with her like she's a whore. Ruin her body and abandon her where everyone would see her. Make everyone believe that she's nothing but a slut. Make her so miserable that she wouldn't have any other fate but to be killed," sir. Oliver sneered.
"Your wish is my command, Oliver," Lord Chris smirked.
"I'll work with the other kings and every government official to make sure that her life is shattered. I'll make her too ruined to be able to live a next life," Sir. Oliver added.
"It's going to be quite hard, you know? That girl has Francis wrapped around her fingers. I have all this bruises because of her," Lord Chris said.
Sir. Oliver laughed. "I know. And that's why I'll make sure I distract him with another princess. We'll eliminate that witch and replace her with princess Bella. King Luther's first daughter."