The Crown's Obsession (WN)

Author's note: today's chapters are unedited

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Rosamund looked at her mother, who had her back facing her right now while standing in front of the fireplace. It had been more than ten minutes since she had entered the room, but her mother had not spoken a word.

"I heard what happened last night," Rosamund spoke to her mother, "I don't know how you are able to stand there doing nothing, mother."

Morganna turned her head to the side before her eyes met her daughter's who hadn't taken a seat on the couch since she had arrived in the room.

"You do not have to remind me what happened yesterday, Rosa," Morganna's words were sharp and Rosamund who had come to add more salt on her mother quickly closed her mouth after murmuring,

"Forgive me mother."

Once the news about what happened in the castle had reached Rosamund's ears through the informant who was positioned in the castle, Rosamund had quickly come to meet her mother in hope to remind the Queen that her Markus could be appointed as the next King.

Morganna hadn't slept the entire night. She was utterly humiliated by a man who was younger to her and she didn't take it well. All these years, she had ruled the land of Devon through iron fist, even if it meant she played puppeteer behind the curtain by making use of her son. But since the throne had been threatened, her hold on her son had been cut off and that was because of the boy.

In the room now, it was just Queen Morganna and her daughter Rosamund without any maids waiting on them.

"I thought framing him through the jewels would be easy, but your brother turned out far worse of an idiot than I expected him to be," stated Morganna with a grim expression on her face and her lips turned upside down out of displeasure. She shook her head, "Everything was perfect, even Laurence wasn't around when I got them inside the cell rooms."

"How is it possible that Laurence let them go? Theft in the royal family is a great offence," replied Rosamund, not understanding the situation.

"Laurence is desperate and is not able to distinguish right from wrong. He is so desperate that he even forgot my position in Devon," Morganna's hands turned to fist in controlled anger.

Even Rosamund was unhappy that all her efforts had gone in vain. She had made sure that the King's wife would continue to have miscarriage so that eventually in the future, the throne would come in her hands, but then came the whore's son.

"He seems to be smarter than what we pegged him to be, mother."

Morganna nodded her head in deep thought, "He is. Just like he said, I underestimated him. I pull anything against him, he makes use of it for his own advantage. Now not only has he shook Laurence, but he has taken the position of the advisor in the royal court room."

Rosamund's eyes widened hearing this, "What?"

The group of advisor ministers were only two until now, who told what the King would benefit in and even her husband or her was not able to get it, thought Rosamund to herself. Given that the King's place was the highest, but it was the ministers who advised the King, who could whisper and get the job done. They were the second highest position after the King in the land of Devon.

"There's still time," said Morganna, her hand going behind her back and holding the other hand. "There's no use waiting for your brother to snap out of his bubble. It is time I use my own methods to let the boy know what it is to live in Hell."

"Will it work?" asked Rosamund slightly apprehensive about what her mother had on her mind.

"I have a couple more things under my sleeve. He is greatly mistaken to think that I will not retaliate for the humiliation he has caused me. I will make sure that he doesn't step back in the castle," stated Morganna, and Rosamund was more than hopeful and happy to hear it.

"I shall hope it works, mother," chimed Rosamund.

Morganna was not going to wait to strike at Calhoun. She would continuously attack him in a way where he wouldn't be able to stay in peace. Until now she had only thought to put him out of the castle by scaring him, but he had stepped the line.

She wondered if she should do something about her own son, who was being stubborn and not able to reason properly. But before that, she would need to fix the smaller problem that was turning big.

Away from Queen Morganna's quarters, Lucy sat with her governess playing the cello.

Lucy had placed her hand in front of the instrument,holding the bow in her hand and gliding on the strings as it produced music. Her wrist moved every now and then to adjust to the music sheet, and when she continued, Ms. Lewis scolded her,

"This is not how it goes. We have already gone through it five times and you are having difficulty in learning it," said the governess, looking at Lucy through her glasses with a stern expression on her face. "Now start from the beginning and move your hand faster."

"This is not the way you speak to me," Lucy was not pleased with the tone of the woman's voice.

The governess had been in a bad mood since this morning as witnessed by Lucy, but the woman was in a foul mood since last evening because of her conversation with Theodore. She now rolled her eyes at Lucy's words.

"Stop complaining and fix the position of your hand, milady. You don't expect me praising you for your mistakes, now do you?" questioned the governess, taking out her anger on Lucy. "Your mother and the Queen have given me permission to be strict with you. I will do what I came here to do."