Chapter 14

"My Queen, I thought that I was clear last night. You just love to humiliate and dismiss me as you wish."

Sylvia swallowed. "I'm truly sick, My King."

"Are you?"

"Yes, sleeping on the floor. I caught a cold and my body is in a lot of pain."

"So sleeping on the floor has made you more defiant."

Her eyes widened, and she had to diffuse the situation, "No, My King, I can't move."

"You have a few minutes to arrive for dinner and don't make me come fetch you."

With that, he left, and Maria rushed in.

"Should I close your chambers, My Lady?"

"No, prepare a gown for me."

"You don't look too well."

"I have no choice."

Maria rushed out and came back with an evening gown, and Maria came by her side. Sylvia tried to get up but couldn't.

Maria came to her side, and it proved too much for her too.

"My Lady...…."

"Go get other servants to come and help me."

Maria nodded, "Right away."

When Maria came back with the other servants to help her, and all the women came.

They helped her up as they delicately could.

Whilst others balanced her, the others dressed her delicately. When she was done, Sylvia began to make her way.

She grimaced with every movement she made. At this point, Sylvia would arrive the following afternoon and that was if she was lucky.

"Get me a guard."

Maria nodded, and dashed out. She came back with a guard,

"My Queen."

"Lift me to dinner."

"Right away My Lady."

The guard came and lifted her swiftly. She grimaced in pain.

"I'm sorry My Lady."

"It's alright, let's go."

They arrived at dinner and was thankful that it was only Vernon, yet at the same time that enraged her.

He could have dinner on his own but insisted she come and for what? To keep him company? Which his concubines could easily do.

The guard set her down gently,

"Thank you, and that will be all."

"Now you are beginning to act more like a Queen."

Sylvia clenched her teeth at his words. "Thank you."

"I'm sure you're famished." Vernon said it mockingly.

"I already had dinner, but I'm more than willing to keep you company."

He tilted his head. "Willing?"

"What I meant is that I am more than delighted to be in your presence."

"If you were, you wouldn't have had dinner without me."

Sylvia forced a smile. "I am very ill and I did not have much food just a couple of fruits and some medicinal water, My King."

He nodded. "I must say you don't look your best."

"What?"

The words came out before she could retract them. He had the audacity to tell her that she looked ill but forced her to come out.

"I see listening is not one of your best suits." Vernon sliced through her.

"As you said, I am ill." She forced the words out, striving to not look angry, but she was boiling hot.

"I know what I said. Are you implying something, My Queen?"

That was it. "Are you picking on me for any reason?"

He looked at her as if she was crazy. "What makes you think that?"

"With the way you keep......….." she held her tongue when she saw his expression. He seemed calm, but his eyes showed fire.

"I misunderstood."

"No carry on, Sylvia, don't hold back."

She shivered a bit at his words, "No, I...….I am sick, just as you said. I do...….."

Vernon took a bite of his food, "Delicious, a pity you can't have some."

She would need strength to pass this night. "I will take your word for it."

With that, Vernon proceeded to eat, and they sat in silence. She was beyond flabbergasted at the whole situation.

Maybe some day she would get her revenge. When he finished eating his meal, she felt relieved that she could go back to her room.

The plates were cleared, and new plates came. He was going to have dessert. This night could not get worse, even if it wanted to.

He ate it slowly and took his sweet, precious time. The clock was not moving, and she was breaking a sweat.

He finally finished and was happy that the night had finished.

"I have to digest my meal."

"Sorry?"

"I will dismiss you when my meal has gone down."

"Could I please be excused for that, My King?"

"No, I'm still in need of your company."

"I don't feel too well My King, I don't want to pass out here."

Which was the truth. She was beginning to see black spots, and she did not want to fall on her face.

"I see taking you in that you are sick, you are excused."

Why hadn't he said it earlier? If she had not said it, he was going to make her sit with him in silence whilst she was in agony.

Maria came to her side with a guard, who lifted her gently, but she still flinched in pain.

"Have a good evening, My Queen."

"Thank you, My King, likewise to you."

With that, she retired to her chambers.

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