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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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Thirst for blood- Part 2

When Madeline and Calhoun arrived back in the castle, she wasn't sure if Sophie had returned to the castle with Theodore or if they were still in the market. With just two of them now walking down the empty corridor, Madeline couldn't help but remember what Calhoun said about the mind being loud when a person was in a quiet place. 

The maids and other servants who were working in the castle stopped by to bow their heads at them. 

"How many times did you get poisoned?" she asked him curiously. 

"A couple of times in a year or two," Calhoun who was looking ahead, shifted his eyes to look at her who had turned to look at him.

Madeline wondered if Calhoun didn't worry about death because he appeared to be calm about it or maybe it happened too often that he didn't care about it. Noticing the look of worry that came to shadow over her face, Calhoun took great pleasure in it. 

"Why do you look troubled?" he asked her, one corner of his lips pulled up.