novelOncoming deaths- (1)
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741 Oncoming deaths- Part 1
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Theodore carried Lucy on his back. His hands firmly held both her legs on either side of his body while her head rested on his shoulder, murmuring something incoherent under her breath.
In the morning, when he had come across her in the corridor, the last thing he had expected out of the night was him carrying her on his back as she was drunk. Even though she tried to behave strong and brave in front of him as if she didn't need anyone and she was completely capable of looking after herself, she had demanded him to take her to her room by carrying her.
Lucy... Hawthrone thought Theodore in his mind. He had loved her the same way as how she had loved him.
He wondered if he had done something that had triggered her to go to the cellar and drink, but then he hadn't done anything today apart from entertaining the guests, who had come to attend the wedding.
"Theo, " Lucy whispered right next to his ear."You have been very quiet, " she hummed, trying to move forward so that she could get a better look at him.
"I thought you fell asleep, " responded Theodore, continuing to walk down the corridor.
"How can I sleep without the bed, " she softly grumbled."What about those thieves?" she asked as if remembering what he had said earlier in the cellar.
"I caught one, " replied Theodore."
"You did?" there was a surprise in Lucy's voice, and her mouth opened wide to yawn."I am so sleepy. You wouldn't mind if I slept here, do you?"
"Go ahead, " replied Theodore, and Lucy tightened her hold around his neck.
Theodore could only hope that Lucy would remember the conversation that had taken place tonight. As many memories they had created in the past, this one was filled with a little bit of bitterness and more sweetness in it. Like a cookie that was burnt but was still sweet, which he would savour.
The corridors were deserted, and the fire in the torches had started to dim because the oil in it had started to exhaust. But before Theodore could reach Lucy's room or near the corridor, a woman walked in the other direction.
It was a vampiress whose footsteps were firm and sharp on the floor. It was Lucy's aunt Lady Monique.
When Theodore's eyes met the woman's gaze, he wondered what to say to her if she would ask him what happened to Lucy.
"My my, " murmured Aunt Monique when she came to stand in front of Theodore."Did she drink more than she could handle?" asked the vampiress while looking at her niece.
Theodore bowed his head from where he stood without dropping Lucy.
"She did, milady. I thought I would put her to bed so that she could sleep comfortably, " responded Theodore.
Monique nodded her head, "Of course, you thought it."
When Lucy had spoken to her today about her not willing to dance, she had believed it was something to do with Samuel. That asshole had to be thrashed for hurting her sweet niece, thought Monique in her mind. Most of them had not seen it coming, and the news had reached their ears as a shock. She noticed how Lucy had her arms tightly locked around Theodore as if she didn't want to let him go. Her breathing was calm, as if she had fallen asleep.
"I believe you don't need any help in carrying her to bed, " noted Monique, and Theodore bowed his head again.
"I will make sure she gets to bed and has a good rest, " assured Theodore, wondering if the woman suspected anything going on between them. But with neither of them who had uttered a word about what they felt, Theodore walked past the older vampiress to head to Lucy's room.
Monique turned her head, watching Lucy and Theodore's back before they disappeared from the corridor.
Upon reaching Lucy's room, he placed her in the bed before pulling the blanket to cover herself so that she wouldn't feel cold. Tucking her carefully, Theodore watched Lucy turn around, pulling the blanket closer to her before she started to snore softly.
"Have a goodnight, Lucy, " whispered Theodore, blowing the candles in the room to bring in darkness so that she could sleep without any disturbance.
He took one last look at her peaceful face, closing the doors of her room before he walked away from there. After speaking to her, some sort of tranquillity entered his mind, and he felt less troubled. At least now, he knew that she still loved and cared for him.
Monique made her own rounds in the castle before she took a seat at the stairs, which was the castle's entrance. After many days the night was quiet and calm, but her mind was filled with memories and wonderment of if's.
Since Calhoun had turned to the King of Devon, things had drastically changed. The ill rules that Laurence and Morganna had set were gone, and the people of Devon received their justice of the peace because of Calhoun's rule.
"Things have changed, " whispered Monique to herself. She looked up at the stars that were in the sky right now.
She hadn't been able to get too close to Constance when she had come to visit the castle in the past, but she had liked Constance. Monique knew if she were alive today, she would have been happy to see her son marry.
Though Monique had worked for the royal court and its royal members, somewhere, she was glad that the older generation didn't exist anymore.
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