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Eldon

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a character in “Crown of Betrayal”, as played by MadMax

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Full Name: Eldon Duhamel

Personality: Eldon is an immature and self centered man. He doesn’t take anything seriously and has a reputation as a ladies man. His easy going nature makes him easy to get along with though.

History: He is the second youngest child of Adelmund. Eldon never had much of a problem with any of his siblings, he has always got along well with them. He sometimes butts heads with Roldan because they are complete opposites, but not a lot. His father, however, is a different story. Adelmund hates how careless and immature he is so that has put them on bad terms. As for Leolf, he is happy to see that his brother is now the King.

So begins...

Eldon's Story

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Everything had gone according to plan.

He had successfully murdered the old King and his heir with little difficulty, setting his eldest son up to take the role of king. Of course, Adelmund might as well be King as he will be controlling everything Leolf does. Yes, he used his son as a way to get power, but it benefited the whole family. The name Duhamel would now be highly regarded and Leolf would have that sense of superiority he had been wanting. It was a win-win for everyone.

If only his eldest son was better at taking directions. He had raised him to be obedient, but Leolf always had more resistance to his control than Adelmund liked. He had to keep close tabs on him for this reason.

Last night, he had visited his son, to prepare him for his first entrance as King, and he sensed that Leolf was irritated. Nevertheless, Adelmund would make him listen and behave like a proper son. A slight resistance was common, but Leolf always came to his senses eventually. His son would realize that he is always right.

Waiting for the arrival of his sons, Adelmund stood in the hall with his only daughter, Kaytelynn. She laid a kiss upon his cheek in greeting like the respectful daughter she was. In response to her attire he said, "Lovely, my dear. I suspect that you will catch the eye of many promising suitors." Then, narrowing his eyes in anger he answered her other question. "As for your brothers, I have not the slightest idea to their whereabouts."

Just as he said this, Roldan came towards them, dragging Eldon along by his arm. "Sorry for the delay father, I've been searching for Eldon. I found him messing around with one of the handmaidens." Roldan released his brother to shove him away.

Adelmund looked at Eldon with disapproving eyes. "I thought we agreed you were to behave today." His voice took on a menacing tone. "You and I need to have a discussion soon, but for now, it is imperative that we wait for your brother to grace us with his presence." Pursing his lips he said, "Leolf seems to think that punctuality isn't important, or he is trying to purposely defy my instructions. Either way, he will arrive in time and we must be patient and wait."

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Desmirra Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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Being able to see her more clearly now that she had provided more light, he was awestruck. Her face was beautifully formed in every way. Her features weren't exactly delicate or dainty, but they held a certain matureness to them while still maintaining that fresh youthfulness. Leolf could easily claim that he had never met a lady with looks of her caliber. She was in fact, unique in every aspect of the word.

One thing was for certain, she was vexed by his words. The thought made him smile. The smile remained even as she mocked him. Had anyone else treated him in such a manner his temper would have made an appearance, but for a reason unknown to him, he remained calm in her presence.

At least, until she brought up the 'new tyrant King's' cruel streak. Leolf frowned deeply upon hearing that. While her other jabs, didn't hold any real merit, this insult felt more like a personal attack and brought his anger to the surface.

Too proud to let her know she got to him, he locked his jaw and responded in a dismissive manner. "I see your point. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to."

With that he stormed out of the library, cursing once he distanced himself from it. Leolf knew he shouldn't let some insignificant woman bring out his temper like that, but he couldn't control it. His father hated it, and often chastised him for being too emotional. Seeing how his whole disposition had changed within a matter of seconds, he hated the trait himself.

Deciding that he had made his father wait long enough, he entered his private quarters where his servants got him properly dressed. At last, he placed the crown atop his head, proudly showing off his title as King. Heading towards his father and siblings with dignity, he prepared himself to make his entrance.

The sour look on his Father's face told Leolf that he wasn't pleased. However, he gave his father a menacing glare in response, daring him to voice his displeasure.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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"The maids? Really Eldon?" Kaytelynn looked at the youngest of her older brothers in disgust. "Why can't you have a bit more class and fornicate with a Dowager or a bored chatelaine?"

The maids, the servants, they weren't even people to Kaytelynn. They were akin to animals. They were there to work for their betters. Of course Eldon would philander with the rodents. Eldon and Leolf were her least favourite brothers. They were brutish and entitled. Of course, Kaytelynn overlooked her own sense of entitlement that may possibly have been greater than all of her brothers put together but self-centeredness blinded one to that fact. Roldan on the other hand, she could tolerate. They shared little conversation and that was perfectly fine with her.

It was not long after her father scolded Eldon and made his declaration about Leolf that he strode in looking more regal than ever. At least, he wouldn't embarrass her by dressing like a fool, Kaytelynn thought smiling to her brother who did not notice or pay her any attention. She quickly replaced the smile for a more placid detached semblance. No, in fact one thing all Duhamel's were good at was dressing for occasion. It was in their blood. The finer things in life. It was as if the whole family had been waiting for this elevation their whole lives.

"See papa," Kaytelynn chimed as the tension could have been cut with a knife. There were far too many men in this family, Kaytelynn mused to herself. But then again, she thought to herself, she certainly didn't want to share the men in her life with some other women. Hopefully she'd be married off long before her brothers decided to settle down. "And you thought punctuality wasn't important to Leolf." She smirked, which reminded her. "Papa you said there would be suitors for me here? Are they foreigners?" She questioned eagerly, speaking of the only subject that truly interested her. Surely her father did not still intend for her to marry these old stuffy Lord's. No, Kaytelynn intended to be a Queen in her own right.

"Well shall we my Lord's? Your Grace?" She gestured to her brothers and father as she linked her arms through his. She was ready to make her entrance. A princess by another title. With a stiff spine, a raise of the chin and a regal demeanor, so the Lady Kaytelynn fashioned her entree as an imperial.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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Leolf's glaring was interrupted by Kaytelynn, his only sister. He looked to her now as she mentioned his punctuality. It didn't matter to him, but he could tell she was trying to break the tension so he didn't say anything to oppose it.

The mention of suitors made him roll his eyes. That was the only thing that she ever talked about. His father answered with, "Of course, my dear. Rich and Powerful foreigners. However, I do wish that you would consider some of the more influential suitors within one of the noble families. I know you will not settle for anything less than exemplary, but do choose wisely Kaytelynn." Then he turned to Leolf. "You would do well to think along these lines also. The future queen must have something that would be useful to us. Meghara Rotherstone would be a fine choice in my opinion as her family has amassed a large army."

He sighed in frustration at his father's pushiness and was glad to get on with the entrance as Kaytelynn had suggested. Leading the rest of the family at the front, Leolf proudly walked through the doors as the servants held them open. The room was extravagantly decorated and filled with people. The crowd hushed as they made their way to the head of the room, whispers flowing amongst the hoard.

Not even a hint of a smile was present on Leolf's face. A King's job was to demand and conquer, and he needed to show that he was not one to be pushed around. His charm would come out during his speech, but for now he needed to seem intimidating.

The new King found his way to the top of the dais, but before he seated himself on the throne, he spread his arms out wide to signal everyone's attention. "Welcome everyone. As you all know. The previous King and his heir have both passed on. In the tragedy of their deaths, we mourn for the loss of the two noble men. But despite the grief that has taken hold, we must move forward. And I, Leolf Duhamel, your new King, will be the one to move us forward."

Clapping commenced from some, but not all. His eyes flickered to his father's briefly before he moved onto the next part of his speech. "For my first act as King, I am calling forth a new King's council. As for the members of the council I must ask that, Lord Wynterwyn, Lord Allgarrd, Lord Rotherstone, and Lord Giscard, become the first official members of the council." He paused briefly before continuing. "I must also demand that the Wynterwyn family stay in the capital."

A charming smile finally came over his face. "Not that the political matters are over, please take advantage of the food, drinks, and entertainment." With that, he finally took his seat on the throne. His father looked entirely shocked and that made Leolf feel very satisfied with himself. He knew that the Wynterwyn's were not happy with him as the king and knew that it was best if he kept them close to him as a way to keep them in line. Asking Lord Wynterwyn to join the council was just another addition to that plan, and he knew that the man had no choice but to accept as a request from the King was as good as an order.

At the moment, Leolf had a feeling of complete power. He felt invincible, as though no one could touch him. In only a short amount of time, being King has already served him well.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Desmirra Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Meghara Character Portrait: Roldan Character Portrait: Eldon

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A pleasant feeling passed through Leolf as everyone raised their glasses to him. Long live the King, he could get used to hearing that.

Now that the festivities had begun, a steady flow of lively conversation filled the room. Eldon had already slipped from his spot and found his way onto the dance floor. He was trying to woo the ladies no doubt. Roldan was engaged in a conversation with his father and any moment now, Kaytelynn was sure to be bombarded by suitors.

Leolf would have remained sitting atop his throne, if it hadn’t been for his father calling for him to join them. Reluctantly, he walked over to stand beside Roldan and his father.

“Why don’t you ask one of these fine ladies to dance, Leolf. It is time that you start searching for a suitable queen.” His father said.

“None of these women are worthy of my attention, father.” he responded in a bored tone.

“Not even that blonde beauty over there.” His father pointed to one of the ladies that was a small distance away from where they stood. Leolf’s eyes surveyed her features. She was, as his father had said, a beauty. Those long golden locks combined with her enticing figure was enough to make any man happy. Well, any man but Leolf. He knew that if his father pointed her out, then she was most likely the Meghara Rotherstone that he mentioned earlier.

Turning to his father once more he scrunched up his face in feign distaste. “She’s rather plain.”

His father didn’t seem convinced of his lie and went on to lecture him, but Leolf drowned out his words as he looked into the crowd. He wasn’t searching for anything in particular, but when he spotted a hint of auburn hair, he left his father without so much as a glance.

As he walked, the crowd parted for him. The whispers among the girls made him roll his eyes. Did all maidens have no substance? He wondered. The female he was seeking out now, was the only one that had ever gave him reason to think differently. Even his own sister only seemed concerned about her appearance and marrying someone of high status.

Nearing closer, Leolf could make out the pale yellow color of her dress. A grin stretched across his face. It was her. The girl from the library.

Making his way in front of her, he gave a slight bow as he had done before, but this time he extended a hand out in her direction. “May I have this dance,” Then in a lower voice he added, “Your Majesty.” He gave her an amused look as he said the last part.

“Or am I too much of a... What was it you said?” Leolf paused as if trying to remember. “Oh, that’s right, I believe you used the word tyrant.” His voice had a teasing tone to it. He knew that he had her trapped. A maiden such as herself, could not refuse the King.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Desmirra Character Portrait: Eldon Character Portrait: Barclay

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A Wynterwyn. The woman he couldn't get out of his head was a Wynterwyn. That fact haunted him all night, along with her words which while they didn't bother him, were much too true all the same. He dare say that he was fond of her. She was clever and had a backbone unlike any maiden he had ever met.

That Meghara however, was dreadful company. Her pleading and begging made it difficult for him to flee the scene. He eventually escaped by making the excuse of having to bid farewell to his other guests.

Even though the night was over and a new day was ahead of him, that damn women was stuck in his head. That Wynterwyn woman, he reminded himself. Now, he rode on the back of his black horse. His brothers and father riding alongside him, with his men out in front to announce his presence.

He slowed his horse to a stop as they reached the horde of people standing in front of Frampton Court Manor. His eyes unconsciously searched the crowd, knowing that the woman would be here if she was Lord Wynterwyn's daughter. It didn't take him long to find her while sitting atop his horse. Her auburn red hair was unmistakable. He sent her a crooked grin, hoping she would see, and throwing his leg to the other side, jumped off of his horse.

The people were quick to greet him, all wishing him the best on his hunt. Leolf took this all in stride, showing the humble side of himself for now. Eldon came up beside him, nudging him with his elbow. "It seems you're quite popular these days, brother." he teased.

"With my looks, I'd have to be." Leolf threw back.

Eldon laughed and held a hand to his chest. "And people say I'm the conceded one."

Their banter was cut short by their father. "Don't you two have more important matters to attend to, such as the hunt?"

"Yes, father." Eldon replied with a sigh, looking at Leolf as he rolled his eyes.

Leolf halted the smile tugging at his lips. "Let us gather the men, and we will get on with it, yes?"

Once all the men were gathered together, he would call the hunt, but first he had a different kind of hunt to attend to. Approaching her silently, as he wanted to catch her off guard, he came at her from behind. "Wish me luck?" he whispered when his head was leaning down beside hers.

Her father would likely not be pleased if he saw this little interaction. Especially after how angry he had been when he left the council meeting Leolf had arranged for earlier that morning. It wasn't much of a meeting, more of a show of power. Letting those that were against him know that he controlled everything.

He pushed the meeting from his mind as he waited for her response.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Desmirra Character Portrait: Eldon

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She turned and those intelligent blue eyes of hers met his stormy ones. They're faces were close together and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Not as classically beautiful as Meghara, but she possessed a captivating beauty that Leolf found much more attractive. It was something about her gaze or the way she held herself, and those full lips of hers that could give a scolding at a moments notice.

A slow smile crept onto his face at her words. She was right, he did normally take what he wanted and right now, he wanted her. "I suppose that's true," he admitted. "But sometimes I need a little support."

Waiting for her to say something he saw that she seemed somewhat flustered by the situation, quite the opposite of the relaxed state he was in. She had just opened her mouth, so close to telling him her name when Lady Wynterwyn beat her to it.

Desmirra. What a lovely name.

Her mother however, was not lovely. He could barely hide his anger at being interrupted, but since it was her mother he responded politely, "Of course, Lady Wynterwyn. I will not keep your daughter from you any longer."

When Desmirra turned to him one last time to wish him luck, she had this look in her eyes. He immediately knew she felt it, this spark, this undeniable attraction they had for one another. He couldn't explain it, but he also couldn't ignore it.

"I'll see you after the hunt... Desmirra." His already deep voice went lower upon saying her name. He held her gaze, trying to convey what words couldn't, until they were forced to break away.

Shaking his head from whatever spell she had him under, he headed towards the front of the crowd where the men were gathered together with their spears. His father stopped him momentarily to scold him. "What were you doing with that Wynterwyn girl?" His father spat. "She is poison Leolf. Poison to everything we have achieved!"

Enraged he said, "That Wynterwyn girl has a name you know. And funny how poison is exactly how you've achieved everything in life." That shut Adelmund up. He shouldered past his father with force as he moved to stand in the middle of the men.

Clearing his throat he shouted, "Let the hunting commence!" He raised his fist in the air as the men followed the movement. Their loud chorus of cheers still continuing as they moved into the woods. The dogs ran in front of them, scenting out their prey. The loud expression of their excitement only lasted for a moment though, and they were all quiet now, making sure not to scare away the game.

Oddly enough, Leolf's head wasn't in the sport today. A certain set of blue eyes burned in his mind, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

That was when he heard a scream.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Desmirra Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Meghara Character Portrait: Maimie Character Portrait: Eldon Character Portrait: Edmund Character Portrait: Barclay

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Clayborne had it coming. He had been running his mouth about Leolf and it was time Eldon took the matter into his own hands.

That was why as they were moving through the woods, Eldon had his spear by his side, ready to strike. He made sure to distance himself from his brothers and father so as not to draw suspicion on them. He waited until he had the perfect view of Clayborne, and then he launched the spear from his hand. It sailed through the air before it lodged itself into the man's chest, right where his heart should be. The force of the spear knocked him from his mare and sent him crashing to the ground.

It didn't take long for the scene to turn to chaos. Everyone was yelling and searching the area. Shockingly, Barclay was the first to protect Leolf, but Eldon didn't pay much attention to that fact. Instead, he grabbed his extra spear and rushed his horse to his oldest brother.

"Leolf! Are you injured?" he said in fake concern.

Leolf looked entirely confused at the whole situation. "Yes, I'm fine. But it seems that Clayborne is dead."

Eldon bowed his head. "I saw. They've already loaded him on a horse. Are we heading back then?"

With narrowed eyes, Leolf stared at him, almost as if he were searching him. Eldon did his best to avoid his gaze. "Yes." Then in a louder voice. "Let's head back men, the hunt is now officially canceled."

Then Leolf turned his steed around and headed back towards the manor. Eldon followed closely behind him. Once they exited the woods, Leolf slowed his horse down until it was walking alongside his. "What have you done Eldon?" Leolf asked, his voice low and angry.

Taken aback by his brother's tone, Eldon said, "I did what was best for you Leolf, Clayborne had been running his mouth about you. I thought you would appreciate it."

"And why would I appreciate that?! You did exactly what father would have done." Leolf seethed before shaking his head. "I expected more from you Eldon."

He watched as Leolf snapped the reins and sped away towards the manor.





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Kaytelynn Duhamel was what Edmund would consider to be a spoiled brat. She was conceded, manipulative, bossy, and entirely attractive.

Even now, he could still feel her hands on him, grabbing one of his own and running it under her dress. Her words meant little to him, he knew she believed him to be beneath herself and he didn't much care what she thought of his niece so long as Meghara married the King. And while he knew that Katelynn had no intentions of marrying him, Edmund planned to make it happen.

He was going to join the hunt late, but Kaytelynn had his mind focusing on one thing and one thing alone, so he thought it best to stay. After sitting atop his horse lost in thought for quite some time, he finally brought his horse to the stables where he tied it up. Upon entering the manor, he noticed that the women had the feast prepared, aside from the meat, and were waiting for the men to arrive, meaning that they would be back shortly. Rather then joining them, he went into a study to find paper and some ink. He quickly wrote the message that read, Meet me in the library with instructions on how to get into the secret compartment behind one of the bookshelves.

Satisfied, he headed towards Kaytelynn. While he spoke to his niece and his sister, he carefully slid the note into Katelynn's hands. He excused himself before heading to the library where he waited for Kaytelynn to enter.





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Leolf couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that Eldon had killed Clayborne. But he had. He knew it when Eldon first opened his mouth to check on him. His little brother may be able to fool the others, but he couldn't fool him.

Eldon had always been loyal to him, and he knew that he had good intentions, but this move was a serious blow to Leolf. Mostly because he knew that his father would be pleased. He knew exactly what he would say, "One less enemy to deal with and the perfect way to keep the others in line."

His hands shook in anger as he got his horse settled in the stables. This is not how he wanted to start off his reign as King. Everyone was making moves, doing things behind his back, and he couldn't take it anymore. He stormed into the manor, passing by the room where everyone was waiting for the feast. It wouldn't be much of a feast without any meat from the hunt. Just another thing to add too his anger. He stopped to punch a wall near him and then knocked off a vase sitting on a table. His hand was now slightly bloodied and most definitely bruised. His breathing had become heavier as he made his way through the halls again. Walking until something made him stop in front of the library. Turning his head he looked inside.

Desmirra.

He should have known. She always seemed to show up wherever he went. Trying to compose himself and failing miserably, he walked towards her. "In the library again? What books do you plan to steal this time?" he asked dully. It was meant to sound playful, but in his current state, he could barely even get the words out. His eyes were darker than usual and his body was tense with rage. He was a rabid animal that could go off at a moments notice.

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Desmirra grabbed his hand and pressed a piece of silk to it to stop the bleeding. Her touch calmed him, causing the corner of his lips to turn up slightly.

"Well if you're only borrowing, then I suppose that would be perfectly fine." His tone sounded more teasing than it had before.

She removed the silk and began tying a piece of frippery from her gown around his hand as she spoke. The action, as simple as it may be, gave Leolf a strange feeling. No one ever did anything like that for him, at least not because they cared about him. It was either because they wanted something from him or now because he was the King. Desmirra wasn't like that though, she cared, he could see it in her eyes.

Her words, which would have angered him any other time, caused his shoulders to sag in defeat. She was right, everything she said was true. He always did what was expected of him. His recent acts of defiance were nothing more than a child seeking attention from his father. He would never do anything that would truly upset his father. Adelmund had too strong of a hold on him for that and no matter how much he hated it, he felt as if he could never break away. Just as Desmirra had said, it would be difficult and he always took the easier route.

Being a controlling tyrant came naturally to him, he had to put forth nearly no effort at all. Leolf even got some kind of sick satisfaction from causing other people pain. Afterwards though, the guilt always came back to haunt him, making him doubt his actions. He knew the way he was ruling was wrong, but it was easier to keep things the way they are now rather than change them. Would he ever change? Could he change?

His hand grasped hers just as she had pulled away. His eyes were filled with vulnerability, more than he had ever let anyone see. "Do you think I could do it?" he swallowed past the lump in his throat. "Become the King that my people deserve?" he released her hand only to wrap his arms around her and pull her tight against him. Leolf's voice was rough with pain as he whispered, "Become the man you deserve?" Overcome with emotion, he leaned his head down until their breaths were mingling together. "Desmirra." Her name was a prayer on his lips as he closed the distance between their mouths.

His lips had just brushed against her softer ones when...

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Leolf parted from Desmirra as if she had shocked him. He turned his head towards the noise, but there was no one there. However, the moment was ruined. Despite the fact that he was now back to his normal self, his attraction towards her still remained. If you could even call it an attraction as it felt like something much deeper than that. He slowly looked towards her, waiting for her to scold him for his actions.





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Edmund grinned as Kaytelynn shoved him hard against the wall. Her irritation was cute, but he knew it wouldn't last. Especially since he knew just how to make it up to her.

She guided his hands over her body, something she knew drove him crazy. When she grabbed his shoulders and shoved him onto his knees, he was eager to get started. She slowly pulled up the layers of her skirt and his hands were already moving underneath them, molding around her backside as he planted small kisses on her inner thighs. He felt Kaytelynn tense up suddenly, but he continued his journey upwards anyways, only stopping when she shoved her skirts down over his head.

Shoving the skirts off of him, he scowled up at her. The scowl faded when he heard the voices though. He stood from his spot, eager to hear the conversation. It was clear that the King's feelings for this woman ran deeper than he thought. Edmund would have to seek Adelmund out later, after all, he had promised that his niece would become the Queen.

Still angry, but wanting to continue what they had started, he grabbed Kaytelynn. He knew that she was most likely not in the mood now, but he had his way's of persuasion. He placed his lips on her collarbone, moving up until he reached her neck. Once he found her most sensitive spot, he began sucking and nibbling at the skin there. His hand had just reached down to begin pulling up her skirts again when the secret door suddenly opened.

Startled, Edmund flung himself backwards, slamming into the wall. It was Eldon.

Kaytelynn's brother wore a look of surprise at first, but it slowly turned into a devilish grin.