The Crown's Obsession (WN)

He took a walk around the cell room's outer part to move from one side to another. He said, "You were the one who poisoned me, who tried to kill not only me, but also our beloved King. How could you try to kill your own son?" asked Calhoun in deep concern.

Morganna gritted her teeth. "Don't play dumb with me, I know you were the one who poisoned my son! You psycho child of that whore! I knew Laurence had made a grave mistake when he brought to the castle."

Calhoun stopped walking, and he turned around to meet Morganna's eyes, "Are you sure that was his grave mistake?"

His nails grew long, and he ran it across the iron bars as he walked back to where she stood, making a sound in the dungeon.

"You must be wondering how I got inside your room," whispered Calhoun, and this had Morganna listen to him closely. She never parted with the keys that belonged to her room, and to see the poison placed not just anywhere in her room but inside the jewellery box, she had never expected it!

"You stole the key, what else can I expect from a person like you who grew up in the dirty alley," spat Morganna in distaste.

Calhoun chuckled, hearing her words, "I wonder about that." He said, his hand reaching for the lock of the cell room which held Morganna. When he ran his hand across it, Morganna heard a click sound, and her eyes turned wide.

"W-what did you do?"

"The right question would be how, isn't it, grandmother?" asked Calhoun with a smug smile on his face.

Seeing the gate of the cell she was in the open, she quickly tried to reach for it, but before her fingertips could even come in contact, Calhoun touched the lock, and an instant click was heard.

"Get me out of here, Calhoun. We had a deal, you promised you would not bring my deeds out if we both upheld our deal!" Morganna clutched the iron bars with both her hands in frustration.

It wasn't like Morganna had believed the words that had come out of Calhoun's mouth because she knew he was cunning. But she would have never imagined that he would act so swiftly within a day and frame her for treason.

The smile on his lips only broadened by looking at Morganna's plight.

"This is only the beginning, or maybe near to an end that I have been looking forward to, dear grandmother."

Morganna gritted her teeth, "The High House won't leave you. Didn't you hear what Helena said? She wants to catch people who wrongly frame their relatives with injustice and kill them. Do you think you won't fall under her radar?"

"What makes you believe that I would be caught?" came Calhoun's dull question. "Do you think I am you? Don't be mistaken...this is just a scratch of what I have been intending to do to you and your family."

Calhoun took a step forward towards her cell to take a closer look at her. He said, "For years, I thought I was destined to go through the pain that my mother went through. The shame, the humiliation, the hate that both my mother and I received. Though it didn't matter how I felt, it did wound me to see my mother so broken."

"She brought it upon herself. Do you think I didn't warn her to leave Laurence alone?" glared Morganna.

"Why did you kick her out of the castle? No," he paused, "You humiliated her to the point where she couldn't lift her head and meet one's gaze outside our house."

Morganna's hands clenched into fists at the thought of Constance. "We were going to acquire the kingdom that belongs to the Lathams. The girl was willing to marry Laurence and everything was perfectly going well, but then comes this village girl who has no identity, no stature, or no value. Devon would have been in a better condition if it weren't for your mother."

Calhoun had a calm expression on his face, "Seems like my mother was of a high value, because it's costing you heavily now."

Morganna could tell that Calhoun was not going to get her out of this place. No bargain or trade between them could be made as he had already voided the one made last night.

Out of spite, Morganna said, "What do you think you are going to achieve by doing this? Your mother was a whore who slept with men to satisfy their sexual desires, opening her legs and whoring in the villages as well as in the towns. I knew she didn't deserve Laurence."

Calhoun looked down at his shoes as if they had turned interesting, and he cleaned it with the back of his trouser as if wanting to polish it. "I think you forgot that you mentioned you were the one to push her into it."

"I never told her to resort to opening her legs and whore around, I cannot tell how upset Laurence was when he found out about it. He despises her, the very thought of her," replied Morganna with a chuckle in the end. "Once he finds out what you have done, he will make sure to punish you in a way that you wish you were never born."

"Thank you for the advice, I will keep that in my mind," a yawn escaped Calhoun's lips, and he said, "I think we have spent quite some quality time together, I should get some sleep. I hope you enjoy your night here."

"You are making a big mistake, Calhoun. You forget that I am the Queen, once I am-"

Calhoun interrupted Morganna when he started to laugh, his laugh echoing in the dungeon. "I have such a forgetful grandmother. You are no Queen. That's okay, because you have me. I will always be with you, grandmother. To remind and keep you here safely with me," he stressed on the word safely.

He walked out of there, stepping out of the dungeon along with Theodore, who had come with Calhoun to meet the Queen who had fallen from her position.