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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 · Fantasy
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868 Chs

The past- Part 2

Lucy heard her brother say something to Theodore before he left the room, but her eyes hadn't moved away from the man with four eyes. And even though she was quietly glaring at him, he offered her a bow before asking,

"Good afternoon, milady. How have you been doing?" Theodore had the polite smile that he would often use for the other people, and the vein on her forehead popped up at his question. 

"I am doing fine," Lucy responded to his question, her tone turned colder than winter. You must be busy. Being the King's right-handed man and being an advisor must be a lot of work." 

Theodore hadn't known about Lucy's arrival. Therefore when he had entered the room, he had been taken aback for a moment before he composed his expression. She was shooting invisible arrows and daggers at him by glaring at him with her eyes. She had matured when it came to her thoughts and behaviour, and if it was possible, the air of allure around her had increased.