The Crown's Obsession

217 Clash of sisters- Part 1

As Calhoun continued to smile, his eyes were curious to see what she would reply, Madeline said, "I will do something about it."

"How is that?" came the instant question from him.

Madeline didn't know how and what she would do, but surely there would be a way where she wouldn't need to ask his help. At least not in this matter, "I will ask my sister," replied Madeline to hear Calhoun chuckle, "What?" she asked him.

Calhoun turned around to face her, "I wonder what a girl can advise when she has not been with a man and not touched. I have better advice." Madeline could feel Calhoun trying to coax her by igniting the fire through his words and gaze on her.

"I don't think it will be helpful if I asked you," answered Madeline. As they were no more inside the chapel but standing outside, she noticed his eyes that were clear. She wondered why the shade of his eyes kept changing. Sometimes they were dark, sometimes light.

Calhoun moved to stand in front of her. She had to crane her neck to look up at him. His hand was quick to catch hold of the lace that he had tied before, "I believed I showed my skills well. If you aren't familiar yet, we can go back in there again to refresh your memory. Of how you sighed and moaned as my lips traced your skin."

Madeline's eyes widened at his words and quickly turned around, making sure no one heard what Calhoun just said to her, "You cannot go talking like that out loud. And just because one is untouched doesn't mean they don't know."

Calhoun raised one of his brows, "I am intrigued by this conversation. Tell me what you know, and I will see if its right or wrong."

"I would not utter such things," Madeline whispered, her lips pursing as she looked back at him. No person would tell things like that in the open.

"Not replying is only going to make me think that you do not know anything about it," and Calhoun took one step forward to have Madeline take one back before he cornered her against the wall, "Tell me."

Before Calhoun could make her speak about things that an unmarried girl was not supposed to utter, she decided to agree with him, "You are right, milord. I do not know anything about it."

Madeline let out an involuntary shuddering sigh escaping through her lips, "D-don't do t-that," she blurted, her body turning weak at the pleasure that heightened in her body.

The expression that Madeline held right now on her face fascinated Calhoun. A mixture of need and want, arousal wafting in the air as she felt, something like that which she had never before. All these new sensations were catching Madeline off guard one after another. Calhoun had not slowed down with his attacks.

"Were you telling me that you know how to please yourself?" Calhoun asked Madeline while gauging the expression on her face. action

He made sure to press his knee just enough for her heart to skip the beat. She was shy and scared, but curious at the same time. It was hard to let her go without teasing after seeing her aroused to the point of frustration. At the same time, Calhoun wanted to help her with it. To be the only person to handle and hold her heart, mind and body.

Madeline felt tingling sensations in the past, but she didn't know what to do about it. Not that there was any need to do anything as her feelings and emotions had never hit to such high emotions before. Emotions like these had never surfaced until she met Calhoun. She didn't feel like that with anyone. With Calhoun, the colours of her emotions were not white and black. They were a burst of different colours she was coming to experience.

"Haa....! P-please," Madeline said when she felt the knee massage between her legs. Instead of making things better, it only aroused her more, and her eyes started to roll back, "I can do that myself, you don't have to do that!" she said hurriedly. Her face turned red with embarrassment and her eyes anxiously looking at him. She saw Calhoun's tongue peek from the corner of his mouth, running through the sides as if he was thinking about something.

When Calhoun pulled his leg away from her, Madeline felt her body ache with need but she said nothing. He took his hand away. Madeline who stood against the wall, leaned forward to correct the front of her skirt where an evident crumple had been left because of Calhoun.

They then heard footsteps coming from the other side of the corridor.

When she saw two maids who were walking in the corridor, bowing their head to the King and her. Madeline was glad that Calhoun had pulled away from her without letting the maids see what they were doing. Did he hear them coming, which was why he stepped back now, giving her time to breath? Asked Madeline to herself.

She wanted to stab Calhoun!

This was not help!

This was like pouring oil to the existing fire and making her condition worse than before. He had only stirred the pot further, leaving Madeline's cheeks pink. Her eyes looked at the walls and the ground where they stood.

"The ladies might be looking for you, come, let me see you until there," Calhoun offered her, his expression completely calm and collected while she looked like a ruffled bird. In response, Madeline nodded her head.

Thankfully by the time Madeline reached the front of the tearoom, she looked less flushed. She had composed herself by thinking about other things that could rid the thoughts from her mind, "Lady Madeline, it is so good to see you join us," greeted Lady Lucy.

Madeline was about to look at Calhoun, but the man had disappeared like a phantom. She turned around, searching for him as he was there with her a moment ago.

"Everything alright?" asked Lady Lucy. The vampiress was curious about what Madeline was searching for, as she looked left and right.

"The King…" Madeline whispered before shaking her head with a smile.

Lady Lucy smiled and placed her hand on Madeline's hand to bring her inside, "Missing brother Calhoun, are you?" the half-sister of the King teased her in front of the other two ladies who were sitting there and having tea. Lady Rosamund and Sophie gave her a smile without getting up from their seats. Madeline bowed before she took her to sit next to Lady Lucy, "How many days are there for the wedding? Twenty days more?" Lucy asked.

"Nineteen days," replied Madeline and Lucy nodded her head.

"Days are passing by so quickly, isn't it?" Lucy responded, leaning forward she was about to make tea when Madeline placed her hand on the young vampiress wrist.

"Please let me do it," said Madeline. The last time they had tea, it was Lucy who had prepared tea for both of them.

Lucy shook her head, "How can I let the future queen serve tea to others."

Madeline doubted she had ever met someone as sweet as Lucy Greville before. Even the girls in the village weren't as humble as her. It was hard to imagine that this person was not only a vampiress but also a former princess before she was married to the Duke, who was a scum.

"It would be my pleasure to serve you tea. We are going to be sisters, I would like it if you addressed me as a sister rather than a queen," Madeline's words touched Lucy, and she beamed.

"I am so glad that brother Calhoun chose you to be his wife," praised Lucy who was a kind-hearted person and wanted nothing, but the best for her family, "It is truly wonderful to have you in the castle, Lady Madeline. Isn't that true, Aunt Rosamund?"

Lady Rosamund, who had been witnessing Lucy's fondness towards the human girl, place her teacup down on the table to smile, "Yes, you are right. We are indeed lucky to have a future queen like her." Though Lucy didn't know about her aunt's schemes, that didn't mean the older vampiress hadn't exposed or shown her interest in the throne in front of Madeline. Both Madeline, as well as Rosamund, kept up a facade of niceness on their face.

Madeline couldn't believe that Lady Rosamund's son, Markus Wilmot, had shown a liking towards her sister Beth. She hadn't gotten the opportunity to know Markus, unlike, his mother and sister. Even during the time of the carriage ride where she was asked to step down, Markus had not spoken a word. Was he different compared to his mother and sister? It was because Madeline had come to understand that Lady Rosamund had her eye on the throne. Maybe Markus liked a simple life with a simple girl? Madeline thought to herself.

"It is good to have a Queen who is kind and humble," stated Lady Rosamund while Madeline had started to make tea, "But I am hoping that you and my nephew have discussed regarding the future. I am sure it would be hard to have you continue to live as a human. Considering how fragile a human's life is, compared to a vampire," as the woman said this, the saucer slightly clattered in Madeline's hand.

"It is only right that you turn into one of us. There have been cases out of the court where humans turned to have a far worse condition similar to that of the mistresses. Locked in a dark room because of their withering appearance," said Rosamund in a lacklustre tone.

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Note: Had to go out today so didn't find time to write, will try to post next one after a few hours (but no promises)