Baski woke up and stared at the hourglass. It showed that it was well past
midnight. She looked beside her and watched Remeta sleeping soundly beside her.
She had waited for the girl to fall asleep in Danika’s bedroom before she carried her
from the bedroom to her room here in the palace.
It was only in these moments of Remeta sleeping well that Baski could put some
herbs on her and rub her body with the healing medicine that would clear the scars
from the scratches she gave herself.
Baski got up from the bed and walked to the table. She opened her herb bag and
brought out all the leaves, stems and concoctions she packed in it. But as she
searched, she couldn’t find the most important leaf. How could she not pack the
Dorco plant? It was the most important plant with she used in making the Forb-bane.
The Forb-bane was a medicinal herb used for healing the skin.
There might still be a small leaf of it in the backyard.
Baski left it all scattered on the table and strode out of the bedroom. She checked
to make sure that Remeta was still sleeping before she closed the door.
She walked through the servant’s quarters into the royal quarters. When she
entered the hallway of the king’s chambers, she strained her neck to see his door.
The lights were on. The king was still awake.
She shook her head and continued on her way. She had passed the bedroom of the
late Princess Melia when she heard whimpers. Soft, terrified whimpers.
Baski paused and walked back to the door. She opened it and froze.
Chad laid on top of Sally, with her nightgown on her midriff and his face buried in
her womanhood.
“Good heavens!” Baski cried in horror as she walked into the bedroom.
He didn’t move, but Sally swiveled her head and stared at Baski with terrified,
tear-filled eyes.
“Madam Baski,” she whimpered. “Please, help me. Make him stop.”
Baski hurried towards Sally and started patting her head in reassurance. “Calm
down, my dear, okay? Stay calm. He’s not in his right mind or he’d never do
something like this to you!”
Tears rolled down Sally’s eyes. She was terrified as Chad’s tongue flicked on her
body down there and his gigantic body took up the space between her legs. The
memories of when she took her princess’s place in court flooded her mind. She could
only see the kings and the things they did to her.
Sally closed her eyes tight and whimpered in terror. Her body remained stiff. She
was too scared to struggle or twist away.
Baski walked to Chad and pulled him away from Sally. “Alright, that’s it, big guy.
Follow me.”
She was half-scared that he wouldn’t follow her but breathed a deep sigh of relief
when he extracted himself from Sally’s shivering body.
His eyes were glazed over in sleep as he followed Baski to the bathroom. As she
poured a bucketful of water over his head, she was in thought.
Why Sally? Why did his sexmonia sleepwalking carry him to Sally’s bedroom?
She’d always known that Chad sleepwalked to the king’s bed some nights; it had
been going on since they escaped slavery five years ago. His unconscious mind was
so trapped in the past that his legs carried him to the bedroom of the person occupying
his mind.
It had always been the king.
No one thought more about the king’s safety than his personal bodyguard-more
than the man who was always ready to throw himself in front of every torture session
just to prevent the king from being there. It had always been the king for Chad.
Why, suddenly, did he come to Sally’s bed?
Baski paused the thought when she saw Chad’s eyes widen in recognition. He
looked around and frowned because he wasn’t in the king’s bedroom. And Baski was
the one standing in front of him, so he definitely wasn’t in the king’s Chambers.
Where was he?
The question flashed in his mind for a second before he looked around with clearer
eyes and he saw where he was. “Oh, no.” Dread filled him.
Baski watched him with pity as horror filled his eyes.
A sweet taste was in his mouth, and it wasn’t the familiar taste of the king. It only
horrified him more. Then his face became pained. “Please, tell me it’s not Remeta,”
he groaned in self-disgust and grief, his heart filled with agony.
“No, it’s not Remeta, Chad. It’s Sally.”
He closed his eyes against the wave of shame and anguish. This was why he tried
not to think about the girl, since he found himself attracted to her. He did his best to
ignore that attraction, to make sure it didn’t grow, and after he saw her when those
kings brutalized her, he was more determined to kill that attraction. All because of
this.
His heart squeezed in his chest. “How is she?”
“She is scared out of her mind,” Baski said pitifully.
Chad closed his eyes against the wave of pain.
Baski walked closer and placed her hand on his arm. “You don’t have to feel so
bad about this. All you have to do is to explain this to her in the light of the day—-”
“There is no explaining something like this, Baski. There is no explaining that I
treated her the same way those kings did.”
“No. Don’t even try to compare this with their brutality! You weren’t aware! And
you didn’t force your body inside her! Don’t be too hard on yourself!” she chided
him.
He only inclined his head out of respect for her and walked out of the bathroom
with his body dripping wet.
Sally huddled under the covers, looking small and terrified. She whimpered and
recoiled from him as he walked out.
The sound of fear from her killed something in him. His chest burning, he bowed
his head to her in apology. “I’m so sorry, Miss Sally.” He turned and walked out of
the door. He couldn’t risk scaring her more.
Sally’s mind was stuck in the memories of her horror in the courtroom, and
somehow, the sound of Chad’s faraway voice soothed her.
But it didn’t stop the deep-rooted fear and terror.
It was a long while later before Baski could bring Sally back to sleep with sleeping
potions.