Chapter 651

Chapter 651:

Alice squeezed my hand, her warmth a small comfort in the storm of my emotions. “Don’t listen to them,” she said softly. “They’re just trying to provoke you.”

I shook my head slowly, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “I don’t think they’re lying.”

Alice frowned, puzzled.

“Do you remember last time?” I continued, my voice quieter now, tinged with a sadness I couldn’t shake. “His Majesty gave sex slaves to the princes, but none of them flaunted it the way these women are doing today. This time, it seems the princes really did sleep with them.”

As I spoke, vivid and obscene images flashed through my mind, unbidden, like a nightmare playing out in front of me.

Alice fell silent, her face reflecting the shock of my words. Not wanting her to worry too much, I tried to pull myself together, forcing a semblance of calm onto my face. “It’s fine,” I said, my voice steadier now. “I’ve come to terms with it. It’s not a big deal…”

Before I could say more, the sound of light footsteps approached from the doorway. Evelyn entered, her movements graceful as always, her face holding a hint of apology. Her lips curled into a sweet smile, and she spoke in a soft tone. “Sorry I’m late. I was helping Prince Bryan get dressed and wash this morning.”

Makenna’s POV:

The training room suddenly erupted into a cacophony of teasing voices.

It was like being caught in the relentless undertow of a storm, threatening to pull me under.

Evelyn’s cheeks flushed, her face becoming a canvas of embarrassment under the playful noise. She lowered her head shyly, cleared her throat, and said, “Alright, everyone, enough. Let’s focus and start training properly.”

I remained seated, feeling as though I had been reduced to a lifeless puppet, drained of all vitality. It was as if the blood had left my veins, leaving me numb.

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Alice nudged me gently with her elbow, her voice soft and concerned. “Are you alright?”

I snapped back into reality, but it felt like a wave of crushing pain surged through me, sweeping everything else away. It was an ache beyond words, as though an invisible army of hands had torn open my chest, ripping apart my heart and lungs.

Without thinking, I stood up and made my way toward the door, ignoring the world around me.

“Makenna! Where are you going?” Evelyn’s voice called after me, sharp and questioning.

But I couldn’t bring myself to care. I just needed to escape this suffocating place. Without a backward glance, I rushed out of the training room.

Outside, the sky hung heavy with clouds, and the rain came down in torrents, soaking me to the bone.

I stood there, unmoving in the downpour, letting the cold rain trace paths down my cheeks. Whether it was the rain or my own tears, I could no longer tell.

For a brief moment, I felt some semblance of clarity, but it was fleeting, quickly swallowed by deeper confusion and endless agony.

The pain clung to me like the rain, a weight I couldn’t shake off, a storm that wouldn’t let me go.

And then, Evelyn was there, catching up to me, holding an umbrella over my head. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

Her hair stuck to her face, and her eyes were wide with concern, but there was confusion in them too.

I looked at her, my voice trembling as I pushed her hand away. “Did you really sleep with Prince Bryan?”

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