A younger version of Calhoun stood before a huge oak tree that sat in the backyard of the castle. He always went there to calm his mind especially when he was taunted by any of his cousins. They were all living in the castle with him and their grandparents.Marjun had just died and all hands were pointing to him. He didn't know how anyone in his right mind would accuse him of killing his grandfather. Everyone saw how close they were and his cousins were jealous of it. He agreed, his mother always warned him to be mindful of how close he was to his grandfather, knowing that jealousy was the mother of all other sins.He never listened. Just this week, a call came for him to visit his grandfather's chamber and when he got in, he saw that the man had been murdered. The man was murdered in the same way he had explained to him that this was the only way he had to be killed for him to die.Calhoun's fears became real that day. Now all his cousins wanted to take over the throne. But during th

"What happened?""He called me by your name." She whispered. "He said, Diana, you taste so good." Diana's brows came up surprisingly. Had Calhoun thought that this girl looked like her? Did he think he was with her when he kissed her? She chuckled."Go on.""I felt bad about it, but I told myself that if I could satisfy his urge when he woke up and saw me, he would know that it was me and not you. And even if he gets pissed, one day he would still come to me for the same thing."Diana was amazed at her thinking. Not in a good way. She saw her as a stupid and naive girl. She probably did not know the man she claimed to love so well. If she knew Calhoun as little as she thought, she would know that Calhoun would never call her again."Continue." She urged on.Patricia sighed. They were already walking down the stairs again. Perhaps she could just stylishly lead her to the chamber she wanted to go to. That way, if she was too busy with whatever, she could make her escape instantly."He

Calhoun stared up at the woman that was yelling at him nonstop. He signalled for her to keep shut since the child was asleep. Diana was oblivious to his signs as she kept yelling at him."Shut the fuck up, woman!" Calhoun yelled. Diana went silent instantly. "Can you not see that the child is asleep?"Diana glanced at Coco. She returned her gaze to Calhoun. Her eyes darted around and landed on the clock that was on the wall behind Calhoun. It was almost three am. Why did it seem like time was going too quickly?Calhoun stared at the paper in her hand and he had no expressions. "What is in your hand?""Oh, this? It's just some scrap I found in your drawing room." Diana said, crossing her arms over her chest.Calhoun chuckled. "Drawing room? I don't draw." "Oh of course." Diana rolled her eyes. "You don't draw and all these drawings happened to appear in the room beside your chamber.""That room did not belong to me," Calhoun confessed."But you always stopped people from entering ther

Diana climbed out of the bath and she walked to the bedroom. She took out some clothes and dressed Coco. She wore a robe over her naked body, wore Calhoun's slippers and left the chamber.Calhoun heard the sound of her leaving and he sighed. Once again, it was just him and his mood. He relaxed in the water, closing his eyes, just like in old times. The water had turned cool now and that was when he enjoyed it even more. It helped to calm him down.A while later, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and then locking. His eyes opened as he tried to listen for the sound of whoever had come in. Hearing no movement, he closed his eyes once again. "It seems as if you don't need my help anymore." Came her soft voice. Calhoun opened his eyes and her bare foot came into his view. He looked up and when his eyes reached her thighs, he could already deduce that she was naked so he took his gaze straight to her face. She had a half smile on her face and her eyes held so much passi

Patricia's life flashed before her eyes as Calhoun's hand holding the sword came whooshing down. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain. Memories of her childhood, her first love, and her family flooded her mind.As she opened her eyes, she realized that she was still alive. Calhoun had missed her by inches. She wasn't sure if he had intentionally missed her or if it was a mistake. Either way, she was more than grateful for it."Speak," Calhoun growled. She noticed that her hair had grown many inches shorter and Calhoun grabbed the cut part and raised it to her gaze. Patricia was more than stunned. Why did he cut her hair?"I... I felt bad. She killed George." She stuttered. Calhoun raised his hands again and she began to speak even faster."I only wanted to make her sleep a little more. I didn't think it was going to be so lethal. It was given to me by my father-""Your late father." Calhoun corrected. Why did the people around him like to die and resurrect?"Y... yes. He ga