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The Crown's Obsession

[Mature content 18+. No rape] "Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her. "What are you doing here?" she asked when his feet touched the ground and he pushed himself up to start walking towards her. His handsome features looked darker than usual because of the lack of light in the room. "I came to meet you," he tilted his head, "Where did you go?" "I went out for a walk," came the quick reply that had him smile, a smile that scared her the most. She took a step back when he came close to her. It didn't stop him from cornering her, and her back hit the wall behind her. He raised his hand towards her face, and she closed her eyes, scared. She shuddered when his fingers trail down from her temple and her jaw and neck. Her blonde hair was left open. "In the middle of the night?" she didn't answer him knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. He stepped closer that had her turn her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck, "Did you go to meet him, my sweet girl?"

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"Thank you for coming here to paint our portraits within one frame," thanked Madeline, and when she turned to look at Calhoun, he pulled a bag from his pocket and threw it towards the painter. 

"We look forward for you painting many more portraits of ours," said Calhoun as if he were booking the woman for the subsequent occasions that would take place in the future. 

"I look forward to it, milord," Fad bowed her head. 

"The walls in our castle are quite empty, aren't they, Odin?" questioned Vladimir to his faithful servant. 

"You," came out the sudden threatening voice of the Devil that had both the painter as well as her assistant step back in worry. "You will be coming to Belmount once you finish this portrait. I want to have you make a portrait of mine."