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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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Veil of the night- Part 1

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While on their way back to the castle, Madeline had wondered how to break the news to Calhoun. It was good that Vladimir was here as it would be easier to convey about it. She had met Calhoun's mother in the cemetery, and she had been visiting her since she had come to know where the woman laid, praying for her peace. But since she had returned from Heaven, somehow Madeline felt like she knew the woman better than before. 

"Did the tailor give the wrong gown?" questioned Calhoun, slightly tilting his head.

"No, it isn't that. The tailorman had a wedding gown which was old and he had stored it when the person who asked him to stitch it didn't come back to take it," explained Madeline, her eyes locking with Calhoun's eyes. "The gown belonged to Lady Constance."