Ysha winced in pain upon waking. She felt pain coursing through her body, but couldn't pinpoint the source of her wounds. She had fought off three Rogues who dared to enter the King's room last night, where she was being held captive.
Last night?
She frowned!
As she recalled the events, Ysha was still dazed. She couldn't remember what happened after that, except that she had succumbed to the combined force of the Rogues' pheromones and her own heightened arousal. This had weakened her, affecting her ability to fight effectively.
"Ugh!" Ysha's eyes widened as she felt a sharp pain in her groin. "What did I do last night? What happened?" she whispered weakly.
She tried to move, but the pain in her lower body intensified.
"Damn." Ysha cursed as the pain between her legs confirmed the night's events, oblivious to the King's intervention.
It meant only one thing: she had been used during her heat.
Biting her lip, she pushed herself up, the pain radiating through her body. Curse words slipped from her mouth.
"You're awake, Luna," the lota who'd watched over her and treated her wound spoke.
She'd been the first to fall, trying to protect Ysha from the rogues, but her efforts had been in vain. Ysha had believed her life would end.
The lota approached, checking Ysha's forehead.
"Your fever persists, Luna," she said before stepping away. "You must rise and prepare. The King will return in an hour to present you to your father."
Upon hearing Lota's words, the reason for the king's imprisonment came rushing back to her.
Since yesterday, she had endured relentless torment at his hands.
Despite her physical pain, she forced herself to play the part. She had to mimic her twin's mannerisms perfectly when interacting with her father.
Unlike her twin's gentle nature, she was rough in her actions, more assertive, despite her superior beauty.
However, she couldn't comprehend the king's intentions. On their first encounter, he had swiftly shattered her pretense.
Although the pain radiating from her lower body made it difficult to maintain the charade, she persisted, determined to maintain her act.
Lota went after her the moment she stepped into the bathroom. She assisted her in taking off her clothes before stepping into the warm water that the Lota had set up for her.
She experienced a sense of relief as she immersed her body in the water for a few minutes.
She longed for a more extended bath, but circumstances compelled her to go upstairs and get ready for the king's return.
As Ysha wore a niqab, the Lota remarked, “The king has indicated that there's no need for you to cover your face, Luna Ysha.”
When Lota said that, she already knew what she meant.
In Lota’s hands, she carried a lovely abaya.
Ysha put the Niqab aside. The Abaya that resembled Shantal's previous one is no longer on her.
Ysha simply nodded without saying a word. Picked up the abaya from the Lota and wore it.
Its shade is silver.
Typically, abayas come in a variety of stunning designs, worn during visits from important guests. Or setting up a celebration.
Even though her only concern is his father, she has to put it on because she is still within the palace grounds.
Ysha glanced at the Abaya she wore yesterday, which her twins had given.
"Your Highness." The Lota, who stood facing the door, bowed respectfully as the King entered.
Ysha showed her respect by bowing. In addition, she could not bear to meet the King's wrath that was evident in his expression.
As she leaned down, she felt reluctant to lift her face and meet the king's gaze.
Ysha felt a lump in her throat when she spotted the King heading in her direction.
The king's forceful grip on her jaw manifested once more, prompting her to lift her face.
Despite her efforts to avoid their gaze, she found herself unable to act as her face no longer aligned with the King's countenance.
With their faces almost touching, she was able to perceive the audible sign of his anger as he gritted his teeth. She sensed the king's irritation through the tight grip he had on her jaw, making it clear how he felt.
"Y-your highness," she uttered faintly, sensing the pain from his grip. If the king intensifies his grip on her jaw, he may inflict lasting injury upon it.
With quivering lips, Ysha yearned to articulate her thoughts; however, the king abruptly let go of her, nearly causing her to stumble.
The king averted his gaze.
Although the lota remained silent, it indicated that Ysha needed to accompany the King.
She silently trailed behind the king as she put on the niqab and obscured his head.
Without uttering a single word, they proceeded to the expansive Salon designated for welcoming visitors.
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“Baba.”
Ysha softly addressed her father upon noticing his presence. She felt an immediate urge to go over to him, but she held back, knowing that provoking the king's ire could lead to serious consequences.
She worried that if she upset the king once more, her father could suffer the same fate as her, facing the king's wrath instead.
"Your majesty," her father got to his feet and honored the king. "Ysha." Her father called out of her name as soon as he laid eyes on her.
"Speak, Prime Minister," the king said, as he did not invite her father to take a seat.
"I beg your pardon, your Majesty." Ysha felt particularly surprised when her father got down on one knee. "I aim to mislead you."
"No!" Ysha's response was definitive. As she felt intense trepidation about what her father intended to convey. "You really don't know what I've done, Father. Don't recognize any fault on my part."
"Shut up, Omega." The king, displaying his authoritative demeanor, raised his voice significantly and gave a firm order.
"Y-your majesty." Ysha bowed and kneeled before the King in a plea for mercy. "Please." Once more, Ysha clarified to the king that her father had no knowledge of what she had done.
The king struck Ysha with considerable force.
"Your majesty." The prime minister, who had always wanted to assist her in any way possible.
“Hold your ground, prime minister. You are within my territory.”
The prime minister remained positioned on his knees.
Even though her father is eager to help, Ysha has no choice but to bear the intense suffering on her cheek from the king's slap.
"Y-your Majesty. I am telling you the truth. My father knows nothing. I was the only one who decieved you. I even deceived my father just to be closer to you."
"Ysha."
"Father."
Ysha's gaze fell upon her father, who displayed an intricate mix of apprehension, compassion, and disdain as he processed the reality of her deception.
"Forgive me. I conveyed my feelings, and that's how I ended up here, daring to trick the king."
"Didn't you know, Omega?" The King stoop up from his chair. He leaned forward and yanked her arm, displaying an intense level of aggression.
She squirmed in agony because of the king's firm hold.
“That one lie….” The King, with one hand, tugged her hair while disregarding the prime minister expression, which conveyed a desire to assist Ysha at that moment.
“Ugh!” She let out a frustrated sound, scrunching her face in distaste. The king remains indifferent to the Prime Minister, who is suffering as the father of the Omega.
“Will lead you to another lie.” The king gripped Ysha's arm and pulled her hair. “Now tell me, Omega. Who will trust you now after you started it with a lie?”
“I'm… a-I'm s-sorry, your Majesty.” Ysha experienced intense pain, rendering her unable to articulate her words.
The king's grasp on her hair made her feel like she would go bald. The intensity of his grasp would cause her arm bones to suffer as if they were being crushed under the pressure.
“Your majesty.” The prime minister, unable to withstand the sight of his daughter in pain, addressed him with deep concern.
With his knees on the ground, he approached them more closely. “Please, I beg you, your Majesty. Punish me.”
“Show me the Omega that I should be addressing right now, prime minister Safar. Then I will think about whether to forgive her deception.”
With a slight shake of her head, Ysha directed her gaze towards her father.
"I will.. Certainly, your Majesty," her father said in reply to the King, causing her anxiety to grow even stronger.
The moment her twin is located and introduced to the king, it will render her sacrifice pointless.
She won't be the only one to face the consequences of the king if he discovers the real reason she switched places with her twin.