Betrayal 3

Jesse's hands moved to my waist, and with a swift motion, he undid the belt of my guard uniform. He undressed me slowly, his touch igniting a fire within me. Each piece of clothing that fell to the floor heightened the anticipation. His eyes burned with desire as he took in every inch of my exposed skin.

He lifted me onto the bed, his body pressing against mine. The heat between us was unbearable. Jesse's hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and contour. I gasped as he moved lower, his lips trailing hot kisses down my neck and across my chest.

"Jesse…" I moaned, barely able to form coherent words.

He didn't respond with words but with action. His movements were both tender and demanding, pushing me to the brink. I arched my back, desperate for more, my body aching for his touch. He entered me with a force that took my breath away, each thrust bringing us closer together.

From that day on, our lives intertwined in a dance of secrecy and passion. Every whispered word deepened the bond between us. We met whenever we could, and made love like there was no tomorrow.

Nights became a blur of heated embraces and whispered promises. The passion between us was overwhelming, consuming us both. We would steal moments together, a fleeting kiss here, a lingering touch there.

The more time we spent together, the harder it was to imagine life without him. Each night, we would lose ourselves in each other, exploring every part of our bodies and souls.

Chapter Ten

A few days later, after finishing my training session, I headed to Jesse's chambers as we had agreed the previous night. Approaching the door, I noticed Joel standing outside. He gestured for me to enter and locked the door behind me. It was unusual, but I assumed the prince had asked him to guard the door.

As I moved closer to the bed, I sensed something was off. Jesse lay there, facing away from me.

"Is this some kind of new game?" I wondered, smiling and blushing. But as I reached him and turned him over, my smile faded. His skin was pale and clammy. Panic surged through me.

"Jesse!" I shook him gently. "Jesse, wake up!"

Before I could do anything else, the door burst open. The king and several guards stormed in, their faces a mix of anger and fear. Joel stood behind them, a look of triumph in his eyes.

"What's happening?" I demanded, but my voice was drowned out by the commotion.

Joel stepped forward, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "She must have poisoned the prince!"

"What? No!" I protested, but no one seemed to hear me. The guards grabbed my arms, pulling me away from Jesse.

"No, please, listen to me!" I pleaded with the king. "I would never harm Jesse. You have to believe me! I just got here now, please!"

The king's face was a mask of grief and rage. "Take her away," he ordered, his voice breaking. "My son's life is at stake. Call the Royal doctors immediately!"

As the guards dragged me out of the room, I struggled against them, desperate to make someone believe me. "This is a mistake! I didn't do it! Jesse, please wake up!"

But my cries fell on deaf ears. The king was too distraught to listen. They took me to the dungeons, a cold, dark place that reeked of despair. The stone walls seemed to close in around me as they threw me into a cell. I fell to the ground, the reality of my situation crashing over me like a wave. Jesse was unconscious, possibly dying, and I was the one being blamed for it.

I sat there, the silence of the dungeon pressing in on me. My mind raced, replaying every moment of what had just happened, trying to understand how things had gone so horribly wrong. From the locking of the door to Joel's triumphant look when I was arrested—everything felt orchestrated.

"Joel," I whispered into the darkness, tears streaming down my face. "Joel must have betrayed us. Why did he do this? Everything felt orchestrated, from me entering the room to the arrival of the guards."

"Jesse," I whispered, the darkness closing in. "Please, wake up. Please, don't die. You promised to find my sister for me. You promised to help me with revenge. You can't leave me, please."

Hours passed, each one more agonizing than the last. I tried to piece together Joel's motive, but nothing made sense. Why would he do this? Who was he working for? The questions swirled in my mind, but no answers came.

Finally, the dungeon door creaked open, and the king stepped inside. His face was lined with worry and anger.

"Why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you do this to him?"

"I didn't," I insisted, my voice breaking. "Please, you have to believe me. Joel did all this. He orchestrated everything. I don't know how or why, but I didn't do anything."