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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?"

ash_knight17 · Fantaisie
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Black sheep- Part 1

Madeline who was lying on her front with her head being supported by the pillow, her eyes were closed as Calhoun had continued to massage her back after speaking too kindly to her. In a time like this where she felt lost, he stood next to her, and she was grateful to it. With a light pink splashed on her cheeks, she let Calhoun move his hands back and forth like a cat kneading with its paws. 

She didn't know what hour of the night it was and if they were in the hour of midnight. 

"Tell me about your dream," Calhoun coaxed her, his fingers trailed on her back where the bruises had formed. He had taken the liberty to move his hands where the bruises were not formed, touching and tracing her soft skin 

In the morning after breakfast, Calhoun had asked her about it, but she had told him that she would tell to him once he returned to the castle.