Chapitre 147: CXLVII: the plan

The youth crawled away to the wall and began crying with his shoulders shaking furiously. "Do not hurt me," he cried in a heart-wrenching manner that made her heart hurt.

She shook her head and she began mopping off the tears that stained her cheeks.

The boy was curled up like a ball and looked so scared. Her teacher was the greatest monster that she has ever known, how could she do this to this innocent boy.

She approached him but her husband held her back. She tried to wriggle her wrist but he did not let go as he pulled away from the boy.

"Cover him up, he must be cold," the king ordered while he tried to keep his wife from get too close to the boy.

The boy began crying aloud when a guard approached him with a blanket. "I am sorry. Please let me go," the boy cried as he knelt now facing them bowed deeply.

"No one is is going to hurt you. You are fine," she told him and added more force go pull her hand away from her husband's grip.