Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: 10- Who Marked You?

Arabella:

I gasped and shot upright when a bucket of ice-cold water crashed over my body.

"Wake up, you bitch! You’re not a princess anymore, you whore!"

I wiped water from my face as the insults continued, "Get moving. Your duty is to serve the royals breakfast."

I had slept enough, but my entire body still ached. The thin mattress did nothing to ease the pain in my back. My knees were still raw from yesterday.

After being shoved to the servants’ bathroom, I managed a quick bath without soap. After wearing my plain black servant’s uniform, I was ready, trying to ignore my protesting knees.

But did I have a choice?

They gave me a heavy breakfast tray that I tried to balance while moving on my knees. They were doing it intentionally, just trying to follow the Royals’ orders.

When I reached the royal dining hall, sweat was already running down my neck. Every pair of eyes turned to me.

They were gathered around the massive dining table, waiting for the king to arrive before starting breakfast.

They simply watched me as I lowered my gaze and tried to focus on the tray, which was filled with freshly baked croissants, butter rolls, cheese pastries, and warm fruit-filled buns.

It was meant to be placed in the middle of the table, but unfortunately, the table was too high. I looked around for another servant to get help, but no one seemed interested.

I tried lifting the tray higher, and my arms ached violently.

The royal princess Aliya Volkov sat nearby. I didn’t know what got into her. She wrinkled her nose and then, using a single finger, pushed the edge of the tray. The movement was small, but it was enough.

I lost my balance.

The silver platter slipped from my hands and crashed onto the floor. The noise echoed in the dining hall, making my heart beat faster in fear.

Heat rushed to my face as I began gathering the scattered food.

"I’m... I’m sorry..." I mumbled, ignoring their teasing laughter.

Come on. You’re used to all this. I told myself while cleaning the floor.

"What is this mess, slave?" Helena walked to me; her face was dark in fury, "You worthless slave! Are you blind?"

I raised my eyes for a moment and found Aliya staring at me with a mocking grin.

"I’m sorry..." I muttered, keeping my gaze on the floor. By now, my knees were wobbling in pain.

"Sorry?" Aliya spoke from her seat, "Honestly. We should have asked your brother instead to serve us. At least he knows how to kneel."

I remained silent. But then my body tensed when a chair scraped against the floor. The queen was getting up. She started walking slowly towards me.

I didn’t dare look up when she stopped beside me. Without warning, her fingers tangled in my hair, causing pain to shoot through my scalp.

I cried when my head was yanked backward, "Tell me, slave!" the queen asked softly, "How do you intend to pay for all this wasted food?"

"My queen!" I whispered, trying to endure the pain she was inflicting upon me, "I’m... sorry..."

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