His Majesty's Devious Sin

"Why are you two so awkward?" Easton asked, eyeing his older brother and Lydia Claymore. For once, the woman wasn't raising Hell in the castle. She was actually standing like a lady, her lips shut, and her eyes lowered. It was as if she was ashamed of something.

Weston, on the other hand, was finally not brooding. His brows were tugged together in discomfort and he glanced to the side. He couldn't find it in himself to look at Lydia, not after what they did yesterday. He couldn't even believe it happened, but it did, and he was torn.

"Don't tell me you two fucked," Easton deadpanned, his mouth agape. His eyes widened and  instantly, he pointed an accusing finger towards his brother and then towards Lydia. 

Easton dramatically gasped."No way, you guys really had sex?!"

Lydia groaned, just as Weston's head whipped towards his brother.

"Oh wow, brother, this must be your first woman in like what? Two decades?"

"We didn't, you idiot," Weston hissed at Easton, shoving his brother to the side. 

Easton tripped and skipped a bit, before collecting his balance. His smirk widened, a mischievous thought popping into his thought. 

"Something about your expression tells me you wish you did, brother," Easton snickered. 

Easton laughed when Weston threw a scathing glare in his younger brother's direction. He had never seen Weston so aggravated like this. The poor man looked like he had blue balls the entire night. Well, that wasn't a surprise considering Weston's old morals.

Whilst Easton had fun with women, Weston kept to himself. What a bore. Weston didn't waste his time on women, and was seldom seen with one. It was always a curious thing to Easton that his brother didn't fool around, when there were so many prey to choose from.

Sometimes, Easton wondered if his brother was a virgin. Given their age that went centuries back, Easton hoped not. 

"Are you sure?" Easton taunted, enjoying the disgruntled expression on his brother's face. He glanced at Lydia, who suddenly found the carpeting to be very interesting. 

The loud Lydia was silent, for once. That was a surprise. Which meant one thing—something took place between Weston and Lydia. 

"So, exactly what happened yesterday?" Easton asked in a sing-song voice. His tone was preppy and he was eager to learn more.

Hearing no reply, Easton looked from his brother to Lydia. "I heard you escorted Lady Claymore out of the Queen's bedroom. I know, for certain, that the King had a fun night of rekindling with the Queen, but what about you two?"

Lydia Claymore choked. Suddenly, she no longer found it comfortable to stand around and wait for Adeline. It was well into the afternoon and Adeline was nowhere to be seen. Don't tell me the King kidnapped the poor Queen?

Lydia was startled by the thought. But then, she relaxed a bit, knowing the twins would've kicked her out the castle if something happened. Besides, why aren't the twins letting her go upstairs? It was one in the afternoon, and the King should be awake by now.

Curiosity enough to kill a cat brewed within Lydia.

"Ugh, why won't any of you two answer my question!" Easton cried out. "It's as simple as telling me whether or not you guys banged or kissed! Is it that hard to tell me what you did yesterday?"

Weston whacked his brother in the head, earning another cry from Easton. Sometimes, he wondered if Easton even had any brain cells left. 

"How can you ask such an ill-intended question?" Weston hissed. "Don't you have morals and dignity, you fool?!"

Easton rubbed his aching head. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Not everyone can be a prude like you, brother."

"A prude?" Weston bellowed. "I just don't want to be a whore like you."

Easton gasped. "A whore? How could you be so mean, brother?! Are we even blood-related?"

"I wish we weren't."

"So do I!" Easton cried out, like a child.

Seizing the opportunity of the bickering twins, Lydia slipped out of the drawing room. She was hellbent on seeing Adeline today! Lydia was beginning to lose her supporters. The shareholder meeting ended horribly. There was a draw, and no one could make a proper decision. A revote date was set one week from now, and Lydia desperately needed Adeline's advice.

Thus, Lydia tiptoed down the hallways before making a mad dash up the staircase. She could hear the sound of the door opening behind her, and loud screams. The twins had discovered her escape.

Lydia reached the top of the stairs in no time. She didn't have to look behind to know the twins were only steps behind her.

"Lady Claymore, get back here!" Easton shouted, his eyes wide with terror. He was terrified of walking in on a naked King. Oh god, that would blind poor Easton's eyes.

"Lydia Claymore, you crazy imbecile!" Weston roared, furious that she'd seize such a great opportunity. But it was far too late, as Lydia had already swung the door open.

- - - - -

Adeline woke up the most comfortable she had been in the past few days. Nestled in Elias's powerful arms, she felt herself being lulled back to sleep. 

His skin was cold, but hers were feverish. His coldness soothed the aches, and she snuggled deeper into his chest, his calming scent washing over her. He hugged her tightly, both of his arms having a possessive claim over her.

"Sleepy?" Elias gently murmured, kissing the top of her head. He had been awake for a while now, smiling gently down at her. She slept so comfortably, her lashes peacefully resting, her chest rising with each breath. 

"Mmhm…" Adeline trailed off, enjoying the darkness that Elias's muscular chest offered her.

Sunlight peeked through the windows, where the curtains had been drawn open. Elias had taken her on the window as well, where her entire body had been pressed against the cool glass. After her legs gave out, he ravished her on the rugs, and the list went on.

"You must be sore," Elias softly soothed. "Stay in bed, darling."

"No…" Adeline mumbled, pulling back a bit. She tiredly rubbed her eyes that felt glued together from exhaustion.

"I have to make a live public address. If I hadn't thrown up, and if we hadn't argued, I could've made it last time," Adeline said. "I don't want to worry our people, and make the foreign countries think something is awry in Wraith."

"If you can walk, then be my guest," Elias mused. He had purposely pressed her to her limits yesterday, just so he could have her all to himself today. 

"I-I can walk," Adeline stammered out, even though her thighs were trembling a bit.

"Do you know your legs twitch in a very adorable manner when you're exhausted?" Elias chuckled, brushing the hair away from her eyes. She glared up at him and tried to move away, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her close.

"Your legs are still trembling, even in bed," Elias cooed. He pressed his forehead to hers, instantly changing his position. He got on top of her, one hand pressed against the pillow, directly next to her head.

Adeline gulped. "I can walk."

Elias smirked. "We can change that."