The Crown's Obsession (WN)

Music Recommendations: Dough by Lambert

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As the next few days passed, in Hawthrone's castle, Lucy sat with her governess Ms. Lewis as she was learning the proper etiquettes on what to do and how to behave with others, which included her very own family. Though there were times when Lucy stepped on the line, for which she was punished by not being allowed to leave her room or having meals as ordered by her mother or her grandmother to the servants, but it didn't leave Lucy hungry as Theodore secretly supplied her blood during that time.

Right now, Lucy was working on writing a poem that she had been by her governess to write. Her governess was writing something in the parchment, and Lucy couldn't help herself and stopped to ask her,

"What are you writing in there, Ms. Lewis?" The woman quickly started to scroll the parchment as if she didn't want Lucy to have a peek at it.

"Don't startle me like that, princess! It is nothing in particular-"

"Are you writing a letter to someone?" asked Lucy with keen curiosity. She had a grin on her lips, and the woman narrowed her eyes.

"You should concentrate on your studies and the task I gave you rather than worry about what I am doing," the woman lightly reprimanded the young vampiress, and Lucy pouted.

"What a secretive woman, you are Ms. Lewis. Maybe I should ask mother what you are writing during our lesson," and on Lucy's words, the woman's eyes widened, and she hushed the princess right away.

"Quiet now!"

Lucy chuckled, and she offered, "If you want to deliver it to someone, I will be more than happy to see that it is done. No one will even know about it."

"Maybe later, but let me see what you have written," and the governess took hold of Lucy's parchment where the poem was written down.

'With an easy breeze and a sky filled with clouds,

My songs sing your name.

Upturned lips kissing the sun,

My gaze is unable to catch you.

O, how time has passed,

With feelings unchanged.

Lighter than white,

Yet strong as ink.

Looking right,

My smile smiles with my thoughts of you,

Countless and endless.'

The governess looked impressed but with a hint of doubt in her eyes as she asked, "You turned your thoughts into a perfect poem, Lady Lucy. Where did you get your muse from?"

Lucy could see the doubt in the woman's eyes, and she smiled, "From my imagination, of course," she lied. It would be troublesome if someone found out how she felt towards one of the people in the castle, and she was yet to confess to the person about her feelings. "I dreamt of this prince a few days ago. Blonde hair, maybe gold, but I couldn't see his face. It was very blurry, but I could tell he was handsome."

The governess looked suspicious, but she didn't inquire further, "I think after three weeks, you are finally able to write better, and the Queen will be pleased to know that you are excellent at your writing skills as well as the knowledge when it comes to the things about the lands."

"Does this mean I can attend the royal court by joining it?" asked Lucy, her eyes looking eager, but the woman's lips were set in a thin line.

"We have already discussed this, princess, and your grandmother prefers that we prepare you to find a suitor as quickly as we can," on hearing the governesses words, Lucy's heart sunk.

Lucy didn't want her parents to find a groom for her because her eyes had already fallen on someone, and she believed her heart was set on the person. The only question right now was if he shared the same feelings as she did.

"But, Ms. Lewis, I still need to work on my music and perfect it. Else I can always start singing-"

"No, singing is out of the question here, milady. I mean to say, we all have heard your wonderful voice, but it would be more pleasing to listen to you play the cello, yes?" the governess asked, and Lucy offered the woman a tight smile.

"Did mother tell you when I will be going to meet the suitors?" inquired Lucy, her heart softly thunder against her chest.

"It should start in the next two weeks or so, milady. You have already reached your age where you will be able to have healthy children and build a family with your husband," the woman chimed, putting the quills back in their assigned places.

Lucy frowned, hearing this and said, "I already have a family. Here in the castle."

The governess laughed, patting Lucy's back, "Don't worry, milady. Everyone says that, but you won't be living here forever. One day you will need to leave the castle to live with your husband."

Lucy was not willing to go ahead with it, and whatever she had to do, she would have to do it quickly.

"You didn't tell whom you are going to give the parchment," Lucy's curiosity didn't leave her, and she looked at the parchment that her governess had rolled and held in her hand.

The woman looked back and forth towards the door, and then she whispered, "It's for the young man, a handsome one in the castle."

Lucy wondered who it was, and she asked, "Brother Calhoun?"

"Oh, no, no! I would never dare to give him one even though he is handsome. Not to forget he is going to be the future King," said the woman before telling, "It is the other one," and Lucy's heart had already started to sink in her chest, knowing about whom her governess was exactly speaking.

"T-Theodore," Lucy uttered his name, and the governess smiled.

"He is a little younger than me, but every time when we speak with each other, I can only tell that he is very mature for his age. I think we would look great together," said Ms. Lewis, and she stood up from her seat.

"You look like siblings with your glasses," blurted Lucy, not liking the fact that there was one more woman who liked Theodore.