MY MAJESTY, VOLUME 3 - Season 8 Episode 13

Lucy stayed in the cemetery for some more time before getting inside the carriage in which she had come here in with her maid. Calhoun had given her somethings has gift so that she could carry it back to the Grivelle’s mansion, which had been tied at the back of the carriage right now as they continued their journey back to the mansion where she lived with her husband.

By the time the carriage returned to the mansion, it was night, and Samuel had also returned from his work.

“How is everyone in the castle?” inquired Samuel with a nonchalant voice. He was sitting behind the desk in the study room and was writing something that had to be sent out to the magistrates.

“They are doing well,” replied Lucy. “I met Madeline, the woman with whom brother Calhoun is in love.”

“How is she?” asked Samuel as if he hadn’t met and seen her.

“She’s polite with her words and maybe a little wary when it comes to us vampires because she hasn’t met many vampires before coming to the castle,” explained Lucy. She was sitting on the couch, a book on her lap to spend time with Samuel.

“I had a really wonderful time with her. I think we will be good sister-in-laws.” It had been a while since she had been able to have conversation with someone of her own frequency.

Samuel continued to write something in the parchment with his quill without looking at her. He had to send out a letter to Greyson regarding what he had heard from Lilith and about her petty taunts that were filled with threats.

Lucy looked at her husband, her lips setting itself in a thin line, “I heard they will be getting married soon. They have started the preparation for it.”

“Finally Calhoun will have a Queen then, are you sure though? A human is never a good match for a vampire to marry,” commented Samuel before looking up from the parchment that he had been writing. “There are complications not to forget the age. She will die while he will continue to live.”

Even Lucy had thought about it, but she had hoped that something would come along and that age wouldn’t be a conflict to their blooming relationship.

“Maybe she can turn to one of us,” proposed Lucy and Samuel chuckled.

“My wife, do you think it is easy to turn a human? Ninety-nine percent of the time, the transformation is never successful,” stated Samuel. “Who knows, maybe it might be a fleeting feeling that he might lose interest after some time and marry someone who is more suitable.”

Lucy frowned hearing this, “Brother Calhoun, isn’t like that.”

Samuel looked at Lucy who seemed like she was upset with what he said, and he stood up from where he sat and left the desk to come and sit next to her.

“I know you don’t like it but you know about the King’s debauchery. How many women have been killed, well even men for blood, or for what they did, the bodies were never found,” explained Samuel. “It isn’t my place to say this, but even your father did that.”

“I don’t think it would happen again. History doesn’t repeat itself and Calhoun is nothing like father,” defended Lucy.

Samuel offered her a smile and he gave her a nod, “If you believe in him, that is good enough,” said Samuel, noticing how Lucy always supported what Calhoun did, which was why it had turned hard to get her away from the influence of the Hawthrone’s castle completely. Lucy was influenced easily, but there were some things that were hard to sway in her.

On the other hand, Lucy knew her brother would never turn out to be like her father. She loved her father, but it didn’t mean she didn’t know what he had done to Calhoun’s mother.

Samuel took the book away from Lucy’s lap and he placed it on the table, taking her hand to hold in his. “I sometimes worry about you, Lucy. You are my dear wife, and I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“You worry for no reason. No harm will befall on me,” Lucy smiled looking at her husband. “You are here and I know brother Calhoun too will always make sure to see that I am safe and alright.”

Samuel nodded his head. That was what the problem was, thought the demon in his mind. He was a demon who depended on sucking part of people’s soul and it was hard to not finish Lucy off because of the King.

“Did you visit the cemetery?” he asked her, wanting to know what else or with whom she had spent time with, in his absence.

“I did,” replied Lucy. “It was good to see them after many months.”

“Hm,” responded Samuel. “I heard you took four bouquets with you. I didn’t know you had other people who are dear to you there,” he used one of his hands to push the piece of hair behind her ear.

Whenever Lucy went with Samuel to the cemetery, she always carried only two bouquets. It was because of Samuel’s nature, who liked to question her on everything to know what she did and how close she was to someone. As easy as it was to lie, it was hard to keep it until the end. When Ruby was placed in the royal cemetery, she and Calhoun decided to keep it as a secret and she had continued to do so.

She felt Samuel’s fingers playing with her ear, while he looked at her.

“Who else did you meet at the castle?” asked Samuel in a calm voice.

Lucy could sense the prying question and she shook her head, “That was all. The rest were the servants.”

“Servants?” asked Samuel and Lucy nodded her head. “Did you meet Theodore.”

And there came the expected question. The distance between Samuel and her had been growing where he didn’t stay around her as much as before, but when it came to Theodore, her husband liked to get all the details as if he was suspicious about her and the man.

“Isn’t he always there in the castle,” Lucy tried to avoid talking about it. The topic of Theodore brought a certain uneasiness when it was Samuel who was questioning about the man. “He is always glued next to brother Calhoun, it would be strange if he wasn’t there, isn’t it?” she threw the question back at him.
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