I Bought the exiled king (by Natalie Winter) novel Chapter 80

Valencia

I felt utterly humiliated as I made my way from the training grounds straight to the changing room to shower and change.

My entire body felt sore and numb, and after the hot shower, all I wanted to do was curl up in the bed and sleep.

The room Senior Nina had assigned to me did have a small, unassuming bed. It was not soft or silky like the ones back in the castle, but it looked very enticing as I stepped out of the bathroom.

If I just lay here for a while…I wondered but didn’t work on that temptation. I simply turned around to not face it and quickly wiped myself dry with a

towel.

The bed was beckoning to me, calling me to sleep, but I put on the white gown and headed outside and straight inside the temple.

It didn’t take me long to find Sarah. She was just where we would work every day.

The library of scrolls.

It was a magnificent library, quite different from the royal library in the castle. There were no velvet drapes or rich tapestries here.

However, there were rows upon rows of crevices cut into the walls of the cave running around the outer perimeter.

Each of these crevices was cut into the shape of diamonds, and hundreds of scrolls were kept in each of them. They were all made of the same paper and the shades varied from pale white to dark yellow.

Some of them had the writing almost bleak, and the paper had thinned. When held against a candle flame, most would appear to have become se through with the edges crumbling at a mere touch.

Sarah and I were assigned to renew these scrolls, copy the content of the ones in the most bad shape onto new scrolls. At the end of the day, Senior Priestess Nina would come over to check how many had we completed transferring and would also compare the old and the new to check if we had missed anything.

It was quiet and not many visited the library so I liked being here, but it was also a little secluded, so I felt cut off from the rest of the temple.

“Hey” I waved at Sarah, who was hunched over the cold stone desk busy transferring data from yet another scroll.

“Hi, you look miserable,” she said with just one look at me.

I sighed and took a seat opposite her, pushing a few empty scrolls aside to make room for myself.

“I could not hit Killian even once today.” I said with a frown.

“Why did you want to hit him?” She asked, sounding surprised.

“Because he kept saying I won’t be able to” I huffed and fanned myself with one of the spare papers.

Sarah dipped the tip of the feather in the ink pot and continued writing while holding the old scroll delicately under her thumb.

“Just try tomorrow then,” She said with a shrug.

“It is just too easy for him. He was practically trained for battle all his life wasn’t he?” I asked, and Sarah placed the feather tip back in the ink pot.

“I don’t think so,” She said, and I looked at her in surprise.

“Why is that?” I asked, and she answered,

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Chapter 80

“I was brought here when i was too young. There had been a war, and my parents died in it. King Aecidus had set a bounty on some alphas who had rubbed him in the wrong way and unleashed all of his offspring on what they call it a Hunt.”

I shivered at that word. Martin had tried to set it up during Seranthyne and almost gotten me killed.

I had still not forgiven him for that.

“I’ve heard about it” I managed to say so as to not delve into a lengthy explanation of how horrific the experience was and jetting her speak instead.

She fidgeted with the feather in her hand and continued.

“The alpha who had angered the King…he was the alpha of my pack. King Aecidus had only set a bounty on his head, but somehow it turned into a bounty of all the members of his pack. The princes were ruthless and killed every single member of the pack. My…my parents…we were all hiding in the forest behind a large boulder. There was a very narrow way to pass through to get to us. My parents sacrificed me to save themselves.”

She said, and I was left speechless.

“I had not really loved them or anything because they would just fight and bicker all day. They hated me for being a girl, you see. They had wanted a boy child. But then they realized they could offer me to the princes to save themselves as a last minute resort.”

What?

How could the parents of a child be so cruel and selfish?

The shock must be apparent on my face because she gave a dry smile.

“Yes, I remember the look of pure evil on Martin’s face when he realized he could have a girl to himself. None of the princes had one yet. Only the King had a harem.”

An involuntary shudder ran up and down my spine that had nothing to do with the chill breeze wafting in towards me.

I wanted to ask what happened next but found myself unable to muster the courage to ask that question.

Thankfully, she started narrating her rather harrowing ideal while I listened in silence.

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