86 I will take care of you- Part 1
"I would like to see the letter," said Madeline and Calhoun's eyes narrowed even further.
"Bring the letter to ," Calhoun demanded, his voice hard and cold that made everyone look at him warily. Sophie, who was the one holding it, walked to the King and she handed the letter to him.
Madeline wanted to read it. She wanted to confirm that it was Beth who had written it herself before she would take Beth's na but would it be wise to take her elder sister's na? Asked Madeline to herself. She didn't know in what state the King was because he was already ready to breathe fire, that Madeline had sohow sneaked the letter under his nose that reached Jas Heathcliff.
She knew so contents of the letter as Jas had spoken about it yesterday when they had t in one of the rooms of the castle. But she didn't know the other lines that were in there. Madeline noticed Calhoun whose eyes fell on the letter, starting to read the lines and he threw it on the ground.
"Did you write this letter, Madeline?" asked King Calhoun, and Madeline's hands started to sweat.
To stop her hands from shaking, Madeline clenched both her fists together. Sophie tipped her chin looking at Madeline who was nervous. She couldn't stop but smile, her lips twisting in amusent to see the plight in which Madeline had been placed in.
"I didn't," Madeline whispered, but Calhoun was not satisfied with the number of words she used.
"I didn't hear you. Speak louder," he ordered, and she looked down at the ground.
"It wasn't ...who wrote the letter," she said loud enough this ti for the entire courtroom to hear. She didn't have to look at Jas to know that he looked utterly shocked and taken aback by her confession.
Calhoun's glare had not been tad yet, and he continued to speak with the sa tone, "So you're telling that this letter, which the tailorman has brought along with him, is not written by you. Yes?"
"Yes," Madeline's words were firm, but it was painful. She wished she had written the letter, but at the sa ti, she was glad she wasn't the one to write it.
Jas finally recovered from Madeline's confession, and he said, "Why did you not deny it when I brought it up yesterday when we t?"
Calhoun's expression turned from anger to one which was of amusent. This was what he wanted, the actual confession, and he waited for the foolish human to utter more words on it.
Though Jas had not spent enough ti with Madeline in the past, he had noticed her, noticed her enough to know that she was a simple girl who was like a breath of fresh air in the adow where the light fell. He didn't want her to be scared,
He was a simple man, a man whose occupation and bread of living was making clothes for n and won, and it was a reputable one. And compared to the King, who was not only handso, the man held the crown. The absolute power who could have anything, which could either be by money or by force. But then at the sa ti, Lady Sophie, the vampiress, had put a doubt in his mind.
"Why didn't you tell yesterday that it wasn't you when I spoke about the letter?" Jas iterated his question, wanting an answer from Madeline who looked into his eyes with a pleading expression to not go any further with his questions.
Calhoun, who stood close to her, said, "The man is asking you sothing. Answer him, Madeline."
Madeline wanted to stab this person. He was pushing her into a corner, "I was in shock yesterday when I found out about it. I am sorry for causing you trouble," she apologised, hoping Jas would not speak further, but it didn't stop.
"You are scared of the King, and so am I," Calhoun smiled at Jas' words, "But you don't have to hide the truth," Jas' words were also limited because he rembered how the letter spoke about not bringing up her family into it as it would cause trouble He could ask Madeline's elder sister to testify, but he didn't know how far things would go in their favour.
Calhoun stood up from his throne and took a step down from the platform to stand next to Madeline,
"I think you have received the answer you have been seeking, Mr. Heathcliff. Madeline didn't write the letter nor is she being held in here against her will." He then put his hand around Madeline's waist and said, "It would be wise if you stop pursuing the woman. I am sure there are plenty of other won who fancy you. Don't go for sothing that belongs to the crown," ca the low, threatening warning, which was clear.
When Madeline tried to leave his side, Calhoun tightened his hold on her waist to stop her from trying to escape.
Jas stood there with his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Madeline who didn't utter a word of protest. It was only yesterday they had shared a mont, and now she acted as if she didn't et him. This only told him how much the King might have threatened her.
The wisest thing would be to be quiet so that he wouldn't make an enemy of the King. Jas bowed his head.
Calhoun continued to glare down at the man and then said, "My man will lead you out of the castle. I will be expecting that garter to be made soon," he added and noticed how Jas's jaw ticked, but he couldn't say anything.
Good, thought Calhoun. At least he had the sense not to keep talking unless he was fond of his tongue. He had told Madeline he wouldn't do anything to Jas by beheading him, but it didn't an he couldn't use other ans to achieve his goals. The entire ti the tailorman was in the courtroom, Madeline had an anxious look on her face, and most of the ti, she couldn't keep her eyes off of the human.
"Thank you for seeing ," Jas bowed his head like a true gentleman, and Madeline's heart ached when Jas didn't spare her another look. Turning around, he left the room with Theodore and another minister of the King who had been standing outside the courtroom.
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