The King's Pet (M-Preg)

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C H A P T E R 36

                    There was a small knock on my door, and I ignore it by sinking deeper into my covers. I couldn't tell what time it was by how dark the room was because I wanted to be isolated from the world.

                   I have been locked up in this room for who knows how long. Honestly, this is unhealthy for me and my babies, but I just can't bring myself to leave this room. What if I run into Everest? We still haven't talked, I'm reasonably sure he still mad at me for what I said. I can't hide in here forever, that's for sure.

                    The knock continues on for about 5 until it stops, having my sigh of relief that the person went away. Maybe they think I'm dead or something.

                    What I believed they went away, I heard the door knob jiggle, hearing the door open by the loud creaking. I know damn well someone did not just come in this room.

                    The sound of heels was approaching me, but I overheard it fade away towards another direction.

                    A shimmering light invaded my vision, I cover by face while groaning in aggravated that someone just open up my curtains where the intense light is blinding me.

                    "Now, now, don't give me that attitude." A voice says while pulling my covers from my body, hitting me with the cold air instead of my warm covers. "You have been in this room for days now and that's unhealthy for you since you're pregnant. Stop being a lazy penguin and get up."

                    Sitting up from my bed, I look to perceive Olivia in front of my bed with her hands on her hips, giving me an inpatient stare like I was wasting her time and she rather be doing something else instead of messing with me.

                    I see she still didn't take my advice about her makeup.

                    "How the fuck you get in my room?" I ask, giving her the same stare she was giving me. Oh bitch we can play the same game.

                    She held up a pair of silver keys, wielding them back and forth while giving me a wicked smile. "I see you didn't want to get up which I understand..." She trails off while surveying me up and down like something was wrong with me.

                    "Maybe you didn't get the memo that I want to be alone and don't want to be messed with. There's still time for you to leave." Obviously she stared at me like I came from another planet.

                    She started laughing while walking towards my closet. I observed her like she lost her damn mind. "Oh honey, you think I won't deal with you and your pregnant mood swings?" She scoffs, stopping midway. "But I have to since it's my job to make sure you don't fuck up anything which you already did. My daughter would have done a better job being Queen."

                    Getting up from my bed quickly, I aired my opinion. "Just because I ran away, don't mean I'm a bad Queen. At least I care about the people, that's serving here instead of being ruthless and making them feel like they aren't worth anything. And you are using your daughter for royalty status is pure evil and fucked up. What kind of mother does that to their child?"

                    Olivia stood there, not knowing what to declare with my remark. She knew I was right.

                    "Don't come for me saying I'm a bad Queen. It's bad enough I think that already. Please leave my fucking room." I demanded, and she scurries out the room with fear in her eyes.