FORBIDDEN AFFECTION

Chapter 15: Mockery

The Princess, Elara, the sister of Prince Sebastian, sought out the maid involved in the earlier commotion, eager to hear her account of what transpired. The maid stood before the Princess, her demeanor reflecting a mix of apprehension and relief.

"Please, tell me what happened. I've heard of the commotion involving Lady Montclair and my brother. Start from the beginning."

The maid took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before recounting the events.

"Your Highness, the lady showed great disdain towards Prince Sebastian's advances. She rejected him outright, and when I attempted to intervene, she... she stomped on my foot, Your Highness."

The Princess's expression darkened with a mixture of concern and anger.

"I'm sorry you had to endure such treatment. No one should be subjected to such cruelty. Did she offer any explanation for her actions?"

The maid shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"No, Your Highness. She simply smirked and showed no remorse. It was as if she delighted in inflicting pain."

The Princess placed a comforting hand on the maid's shoulder, offering solace.

"You have my sympathy, and I assure you that I will not let this go unpunished. No one should be allowed to treat others so callously."

The maid's eyes widened with gratitude and a glimmer of hope.

"Thank you, Your Highness. Your support means more than words can express."

The Princess nodded, her determination evident.

"I will confront Lady Montclair and ensure she is held accountable for her actions. Rest assured, justice will be served."

Princess Elara sighed in disbelief as the maid hurriedly left, expressing her gratitude once again. As she pondered the events, Elara couldn't help but question Lady Montclair's motives. Why would someone of her stature engage in such despicable acts?

"Prepare the carriage"

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Y/n found themselves comfortably seated on Amelia's lap, reveling in the intimate closeness between them.

"This is quite lovely," Amelia murmured, her voice filled with contentment as she nuzzled against Y/n's neck, taking in their intoxicating scent. Soft, gentle kisses peppered Y/n's neck, evoking giggles from their lips.

"I'm ticklish, mistress," Y/n giggled, their laughter echoing through the confines of Amelia's study. The delightful sound only served to widen Amelia's smile, further fueling her desire to elicit more laughter and joy from her beloved.

Amelia continued to pepper Y/n's neck with sweet kisses, relishing in the shared laughter that filled the room. In that moment, their connection felt unbreakable, as they reveled in each other's presence and the pure happiness that enveloped them.

Amelia's hand began to wander playfully, moving along Y/n's thigh with a hint of desire. However, before Amelia could continue, Y/n swiftly stopped her, a questioning look in their eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" Y/n asked, their eyebrow raised in curiosity and caution. Amelia responded with a pleading look, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and affection.

"Let me please you, my lovely girl," Amelia whispered, her voice laced with desire. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Y/n's neck, reigniting the passion that simmered between them.

Before their lips could meet, the door swung open abruptly, startling both Y/n and Amelia. In a flurry of movement, Y/n quickly got off Amelia's lap, attempting to compose themselves as best they could. Amelia, however, clicked her tongue in annoyance, clearly displeased by the sudden interruption.

"You're as rude as ever, Lady Montclair. Is that what your parents taught you?"

Amelia's annoyance grew as Princess Elara addressed her with a comment about her rudeness. She raised an eyebrow in response, clearly unimpressed by the princess's remark. Y/n, on the other hand, extended a courteous greeting to Princess Elara, receiving a warm smile in return. Amelia couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as she observed their exchange.

"Your Highness, it is an honor to be in your presence," the maid responded respectfully.

Amelia's gaze fixated on Princess Elara, her irritation palpable. She dismissed the maid with a curt instruction.

"You may leave, maid," Amelia ordered, her tone carrying a hint of impatience. She then turned her attention back to the princess, her voice laced with annoyance.

"What brings you here, Princess?" Amelia inquired, her tone revealing her irritation and jealousy. She awaited Princess Elara's response, her eyes narrowing slightly as she anticipated an explanation for the unexpected visit.

"A little birdie told me you caused a ruckus in the Palace," the Princess muttered, her voice carrying a tone of accusation. Amelia responded with a soft laughter, mocking the princess's words.

"She should be thankful I didn't kill her. If that's all you wanted to say, I won't apologize. Leave," Amelia retorted, her tone unapologetic and dismissive.

The princess scoffed at Amelia's audacity, her expression filled with indignation.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" the princess exclaimed, her voice filled with righteous anger. The tension between them escalated as their confrontation intensified, leaving an air of defiance and resentment hanging in the room.

Amelia couldn't resist the opportunity to mock the princess, fully aware of the power her words held in provoking her. With a cunning smile, she unleashed her taunting words.

"Look at you, playing the righteous princess. So noble, so self-righteous. It's adorable how you think you have any real power," Amelia sneered, her voice dripping with derision.

"Oh, dear princess, do you truly believe you can outwit me? You're nothing but a naive little royal, sheltered from the harsh realities of the world," she continued, her tone laced with condescension.

"Your attempts at punishment are laughable. You couldn't handle the darkness that lies within me. Your reign of justice is nothing but a feeble charade," Amelia added, her words calculated to provoke a reaction.

Amelia was on the verge of mocking the princess once again, relishing the opportunity to provoke her further. However, before she could unleash her cutting words, the door swung open, revealing her lover, Y/n, standing there with a tray of tea in hand. Y/n's presence alone seemed to give Amelia a silent warning, urging her to stop.

Y/n stepped forward, her gentle smile directed at the princess.

"Your Highness, would you like some tea?" Y/n offered graciously, interrupting Amelia's impending mockery. The princess composed herself, grateful for the unexpected interruption, and accepted the offer with a polite smile and a word of thanks.

Amelia couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and annoyance. She muttered under her breath, the hint of a pout forming on her lips.

"Wow, just wow. She offered her tea first, what about me?" Amelia's words were barely audible, but the slight discontent in her voice was evident.

The room filled with a mixture of tension and polite gestures, as Y/n played the role of mediator, offering hospitality to both the princess and Amelia.