The Evil Rikara FF

part7

The second Gauri woke up alone in the king's bed, her mind had been busy trying to find an answer to this enigma. First of all, she wasn't allowed to leave the king's chambers. Plus there was that guard on the door, not to forget that it would be almost impossible (if not completely impossible) for her to run unnoticed through the castle, especially with the now torn clothes the maids had given her.

Gauri was pulled out of her reverie when she heard a knock on the door. A soft whimper escaped her lips thinking it was Omkara back to torture and humiliate her, but then she remembered that he never bothered to knock before entering his room.

Gauri had to clear her throat twice before she could utter a sound. "Yes?" came her strangled voice.

A girl opened the door and entered, Gauri remembered her. She was Jose, one of the maids that helped preparing her bath the second day she was here.

"Yes, Jose?" inquired Gauri, hugging the bed sheets to her chest as a cover.

"My Lady," started the girl and bowed her head a bit, but she didn't have the opportunity to talk for Gauri hurriedly interrupted her.

"No need to call me that, I'm no Lady. I'm just a service maid like you."

"But it's disrespectful not to address you properly with your title," the girl replied, her head still bowed down.

"Which title? I'm a potter's daughter for God's sake!" Gauri was becoming irritated herself.

"You are with the king, therefore you are our Lady. The king referred to you as his lady." Gauri could feel the girl's discomfort. No wonder she'd been calling her a lady if the king himself referred to her as "his lady."

Gauri snorted very unlady like. "His lady? You mean his whore?"

Josel didn't answer, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She didn't expect Gauri to call herself that.

"So what did you want, Jose?" asked Gauri after a couple of silenced minutes.

"I was sent by Jaanvi to ask you if you want the maids to start helping you prepare yourself."

"Prepare for what?" Oh, please don't tell me I have to wear another whorish dress for the king.

"For the dinner, of course, my Lady."

"Dinner? What dinner?" No one told her about a dinner she should prepare herself for, and why should she prepare herself, on which basis she's going? The king's newest whore... unwilling whore for that matter but still a whore.

"The king wants you to be prepared and sit next to him at the dinner tonight, a small celebration between the king and his close friends."

"Oh" was all Gauri could answer. She would have to next to him. Her, a service maid presented as a gift, would have to sit next to the king.

Gauri's stomach started making flip flop. This can't be happening. Wait this IS happening and this should be my chance of escape, I'll pass unnoticed in a way or another and run away.

Gauri found herself excited and wanted this dinner to start immediately. She knew there was no need to prepare any escaping plans. It was not like she knew any part of the castle or where to find and not find the guards. She'd have to trust her instincts.

In her few days stay there, she only had the chance to see four different rooms: the throne room, the king's bathing room, the room where Jaanvi helped her prepare herself when she arrived, and, of course, the king's room.