The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Sixty Eight

Valka

"Lady Nythorn, may I assume you have been... chaste?"

The question brings me out of my spacing out. "If Lucien has not been chaste all this while, what makes you privy to ask me that sort of question?"

The Priestesses face is carved out of stone. "It is tradition to ensure the bride is unsullied. And if there has been indulgence, there must be a cleansing in time for the mating rites."

I stare at the woman. "Cleansing? Of what?"

Her eyes drop to my thighs under the pink tulle. "The cleansing of your lady parts, Your Highness, in preparation to conceive and birth the next Draemont heir. It is a sacred moment."

"Will the king’s tool be cleansed too?"

The maids gasp somewhere behind and Margot sighs heavily with the designers showing forth the dresses for the last fitting.

The High Priestess studies me like I have said something preposterous, hands flying to her mouth in such horror, you would think I killed her first born son. "T-that is such a vile thing to utter, Your Highness!"

"I don’t see how it is--"

"Stop tormenting the priestesses, Lyra," Margot chides. "You will do as you are bid. Every queen and princess before you went through the same process. It is important you carry out every ritual and no fault be found with you."

My fingers curl on the tulle. "What might it entail?"

"Nothing tedious," the High Priestess says. "A bath will be drawn. You will be anointed in blessed oils and herbs to purge the body of any remnants of past touches."

"I’ve only ever been touched by the King."

Silence.

The Priestess nose scrunches up, but she smiles meekly, lowering her head in false submission. "Well, you must understand that this is necessary, as we cannot know for sure, considering your... unknown upbringing."

What does that even mean? I lift the hem of my dress, rising abruptly. "Be done with it, then."

By the time the priestesses are done, I am raw. Inside and out. They have scrubbed and anointed and whispered prayers over my body as though I were a weapon that must be dismantled before it can be used.

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