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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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Preserved gown- Part 2

Music Recommendation: Romance Suite - Anthony Willis

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At noon, Lucy got back inside the carriage with her aunt Monique and Madeline, who had decided to accompany her. 

"Is it true that you will be able to move your fingers once they fix the gears and bolts in your hand?" asked Lucy while staring at her aunt's hand. One of the hands of Aunt Monique had been cut from her forearm. Though Monique had an extended metal like hand, it was only for a show that didn't move and only weighed on her. 

"Mm," responded Aunt Monique, "At least that is what I know. I don't think there's anyone here with decent qualifications to create a moving metal hand with fingers. I curse that bastard."

Samuel was the one who had cut her aunt's arm, and Lucy couldn't help but partly feel guilty about it. 

Madeline, who noticed Lucy's eyes lower down, placed a hand on hers, "You shouldn't take the blame, Lucy. No one is blaming you."