Madalin is a member of a royal family that rules over a country named Lysteria. She's brave, bold, smart, yet gentle and caring all the same. The princess dreams of running away from the shackles of a royal life, while her parents try to keep her ca...
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"Off to train with Hadrian again?"
Madalin ended the movement of her feet. She let go of the doorknob and turned around to face the source of the statement. Even in the darkness of her chamber, she could sense the judgement behind Edmund's gaze which was possibly trained on her.
"As a matter of fact, no."
She advanced in his direction with small steps. Upon reaching his edge of the bed, she reached out to look for the lamp's switch. Madalin could make out the silhouette of his form, though it wasn't clear. There was some space on the mattress, so the princess decided to take a seat beside him.
And when the lamp was turned on, she wished she had remained on her feet.
Edmund's face was tilted towards the ceiling and his eyelids were closed. His head and upper body was leaning against the bed's headboard, and an arm of his was tucked behind his neck. Not a shirt covered Edmund's torso, it was naked, letting Madalin bask her eyes on the sight.
"Then?" He pried, and at the lack of response from his wife, he had to open his eyes and set them upon her. At the same time, Madalin reverted her stare as if she was forbidden to ogle him, and her face was turned towards the door so she could hide her embarrassment.
"I have a... a task, let's say. It involves me spying on my sister."
She purposely left out the bit about Flora's rebel of a lover. Had she not done so, Edmund would have either tagged along or stopped her.
"Madalin." Edmund hummed, to which she side-eyed him with caution. The orange glow of the lamp wasn't enough to highlight her scarlet ears, and for that she was thankful.
"Madalin, look at me."
The flushed royal met his gaze. Edmund stared at her with a look in his eyes that she had yet to place her finger on, and yet, his expression was entirely the opposite. He looked spiteful. That spite wasn't aimed at her, but someone else entirely.
The prince pushed himself off of the headboard to lean towards her. His biceps flexed as he did so, and his palms were planted against the bed's mattress so he could balance himself.
"Do you remember our vows?"
Madalin returned the eye contact with an unyielding gaze, but her insides were a completely different story. The pleasant twists and turns that her stomach performed nearly managed to crack her stoic expression, but she withheld.
"'With my body I honor you, all that I am I give to you, and all that I have I share with you.' Was that not what I had said?"
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Madalin's attention shifted from his breath-taking appearance to his words. Edmund breathed a faint smile as a reply. He leaned backwards and rested against the headboard yet again.
