MISSION
The Den had quickly become my favorite place to be. It provided a sense of structure with designated times for work, meals, and celebrations. Despite my status as the newbie, I held a position of honor near the royals.
As the week unfolded, I found myself feeling more and more stressed. I caught a glimpse of Zee in the distance, but couldn't reach her due to the prioritization of work over pleasure. I noticed her moving towards the far quarter, likely her new living quarters.
Determined to speak to Zee, I made my way towards her new room, hoping to avoid the watchful eyes of Queen Anabella. Along the way, I crossed paths with Miriam, exchanging greetings before inquiring about Zee's whereabouts.
Miriam hesitated, cautioning me to keep Zee safe and out of trouble. Confused, I pressed for more information, eager to understand the gravity of the situation.
She ominously warned me that Zee's safety was at risk, hinting at potential consequences involving a dangerous individual. Intrigued and concerned for Zee's well-being, I urged Miriam to clarify the details of the situation.Ever since leaving your apartment, Zee has been enduring relentless torture at the hands of Queen Anabella. It seems that every moment is filled with bullying and maltreatment, pushing Zee to the point of confession that we had a sexual encounter. It was as if she believed that revealing the truth would grant her freedom from the torment, but instead, it only seemed to exacerbate the situation.
It is bewildering to me why Queen Anabella is so fixated on the details of our personal lives and intimacy. While she may have the authority to reprimand Zee for any indiscretions, her intense interest in our relationship goes beyond what should be expected. The other women in the den have noticed how protective she is of me, which only adds to the complexity of the situation.
As royalty, Queen Anabella should not be tasked with serving our meals or performing our chores. It is our duty to serve her, not the other way around. Yet, she seems determined to involve herself in every aspect of my life, even going so far as to restrict the movements of the other ladies to my apartment.
It is evident that you need to exercise caution in this delicate situation. Once the news reaches the men and other members of the Royalty, you will be called upon to defend our relationship. However, it is likely that Queen Anabella will not face any repercussions for her actions. It is crucial that you navigate this situation carefully, not only for your own sake but also to assist Zee in extricating herself from this mess. Additionally, it may be best to keep your distance from me, as the consequences of any further involvement could be severe, Queen Anabella warned as she walked away.
The weight of her words struck me deeply, leaving me feeling a mixture of sadness and anger. Why was Zee being subjected to such harsh punishment? I entered the apartment, relieved to find Zee outside, despite the whispers and glances from those around us. Ignoring the gossip, I approached her, desperate to hear her side of the story.
After some persuasion, Zee agreed to speak with me, albeit with limited time. I questioned her about the rumors circulating and was disheartened to learn that they held truth.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend why she had kept this information from me. Zee met my gaze, exasperated, and urged me to leave and return to Queen Anabella's side.
Despite the tension between us, I promised to address the situation and ensure that Zee was taken care of. Embracing her one last time, we parted ways, a sense of peace settling between us as we navigated through the turmoil.As I made my departure from the royal quarters and proceeded down to my own humble abode, my thoughts lingered on how I could aid Zee in her current plight. Upon entering my room, I was taken aback to find Queen Anabella awaiting my arrival; her presence caught me off guard prompting me to question her purpose for being there.
Her silent response only fueled my curiosity, and as she rose from her seat, she informed me of an impending mission dubbed the ‘Mission of Harvest’. The cryptic nature of her announcement did little to ease my apprehension, hinting at the ominous nature of the task at hand. Queen Anabella then revealed that we were to depart the following day, the four of us embarking on this mission with a duration of one week contingent upon the number of souls we could claim.
In a desperate plea for assistance, I reached out to her in a moment of vulnerability, though her reaction was a blend of surprise and uncertainty. Despite my momentary lapse, I humbly requested her intervention in Zee’s situation, promising that no romantic entanglements would ever transpire between us, even going as far as offering myself as a substitute for any punishment incurred. With a cautious nod, she agreed to consider my request before departing.
As she left, my mind teemed with doubts regarding the sincerity of her promise. Could I truly place my trust in her hands? Only time would tell.I settled into a comfortable chair and began the arduous task of packing my bag in preparation for the upcoming mission. Knowing that this was no ordinary venture, I selected only the essential items, focusing on practicality rather than fashion. Little did I know that the Den had already taken care of all my needs, including providing me with a wardrobe full of quality clothing.
Reddy and the Royalties called upon us, conducting a solemn ritual to ensure our safety and success. As a part of this ceremony, we vowed to uphold the rules of the Den, pledging to spread its gospel and bring more souls into its fold.
Upon exiting the sacred space, we were met by our fellow Den members, who gathered to bid us farewell and offer their best wishes for a triumphant mission. Despite the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I managed to locate Zee and inquire about her recent troubles. Reassured by her response, I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I embraced her and said my goodbyes.
Accompanied by our companions, we made our way out of the Den, navigating through the swirling chaos that seemed to perpetually envelop the entrance. The journey to the roadside was both exhilarating and disorienting, as the sights and sounds of the outside world greeted us with newfound intensity. Soon, we were escorted to a nearby apartment where we would be staying for the duration of our mission.
Finding myself placed in a room adjacent to Queen Anabella's quarters, I couldn't help but wonder if this arrangement was a matter of choice or a directive from the Royals. As I pondered this, a gentle knock at my door interrupted my thoughts, signaling the arrival of an unexpected visitor.
Stepping into the room was a strikingly beautiful young woman with an air of sophistication that immediately caught my attention. Recognizing her as a potential temptation, I quickly declined her offer of services and watched as she departed, leaving me to contemplate the vulnerability of my own desires. Sensing the need to exercise caution, I resolved to keep my impulses in check as I locked away any fleeting thoughts of indulgence.That night, I slept so well, tomorrow work resumes, surprisingly queen Anabella didn't visit my room, guess she was tired too.