Chapitre 11: An Assassination Attempt Goes Awry

With trembling fingers, Madison carefully turned to the first page, the ancient vellum crackling softly as she turned the leaf to reveal the faded, looping handwriting of the Lycan king. Her heart pounded with anticipation - what secrets might these yellowed pages contain?

The first entry looked to be from many years ago, detailing the king's thoughts and observations shortly after taking power. "This reign shall be a new era for our kind," he had written in a confident, youthful hand. "No longer shall werewolves live as scattered, fractured packs constantly feuding. I will unite them all under my supreme rule as the one true Lycan King."

Madison scanned the entries hungrily, her eyes quickly picking up on recurring themes - the king's burning ambition and lust for power, his brutal methods for consolidating control, and his deep-seated paranoia of any perceived threats to his sovereignty. Details of military campaigns, purges of rivals and dissenters, subjugation of rebel factions - it was all carefully chronicled in the king's precise hand.

Then her breath caught as she landed on a passage describing the massacre of her own family - the treacherous Mortimer who dared defy his will. "Those snakes had to be put down like the curs they were," the king raved. "Their thirst for chaos and sedition knew no bounds. An example had to be made to any who would betray my rightful reign. Better that their entire bloodline be extinguished than allow a seed of insurrection to take root."

Tears burned in Madison's eyes as she read the hateful words, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the journal hard enough to make the leather covers creak. So this was the demented justification for slaughtering her innocent family - her parents, grandparents, little brothers and sisters cruelly butchered just to sate one man's rabid hunger for absolute control.

White-hot rage seared through her veins, almost blinding in its intensity. This HAD to be how it ended, this vicious cycle of tyranny and bloodshed. The king was in a coma, but his son Wald had to pay for his father's unforgivable sins against her noble family line. Assassinating him was no longer just a cold mission of vengeance, but a righteous act of justice to break the Lycan monarchy's cruel stranglehold on the kingdom once and for all.

Resolved with a newfound sense of purpose, Madison carefully replaced the journal exactly as she had found it and blew out the candle. She would destroy Wald and his wretched bloodline, no matter what it took. Her family's vengeful spirits demanded no less.

As she moved to leave the chamber, a soft rustling in the hallway made her freeze. Quiet footsteps, almost imperceptible...someone or something was lurking just outside the door. Cursing under her breath, Madison snatched up a jagged letter opener from the desk and flattened herself against the wall beside the door frame, holding her breath as she waited.

The footsteps grew closer...closer...until a dark shape appeared in the open doorway. Moving with the silence and swiftness of a striking viper, Madison launched herself at the intruder, letter opener raised to plunge into their throat.

Except her makeshift weapon never found its mark. With reflexes born from years of combat training, the intruder's hand whipped out and seized Madison's wrist in a grip of iron, their other hand clamping over her mouth to stifle her startled cry.

"Foolish little girl," a deep, familiar voice rumbled in the dimness. "Did you really think you could take me by surprise in my own castle?"

Madison's heart plummeted sickeningly as the faint glow of the hallway sconces illuminated Wald's harsh, chiseled features, his eyes glinting with a combination of amusement and predatory menace.

"Looking for something, were you?" the prince purred, giving her wrist a punishing squeeze until she was forced to drop the letter opener with a wince. "You should know better than to go sticking your little nose where it doesn't belong."

He dragged her flush against his powerful body, his intoxicating masculine scent overwhelming her senses. Madison trembled, panic and anger and shame roiling sickeningly in her gut as the consequences of her recklessness dawned on her. She was caught, her deceptions laid bare. Wald would undoubtedly have her tortured or executed now for her attempted subterfuge.

Unless...unless she acted first, quickly and decisively while he still thought her just a bumbling maid overstepping her station. With her free hand, Madison reached up and grabbed a fistful of Wald's thick hair, wrenching his head back in a harsh move that made his eyes widen in shock. Then, antes quicker than a viper's strike, she surged up and crushed her lips against his in a hungry kiss.

Wald let out a muffled grunt of surprise against her mouth, his body going rigid with the unexpected advance. Madison took advantage of his momentary lapse to deepen the kiss, parting her lips in brazen invitation as she pressed her softness against his hardened frame.

For one tense, breathless moment, she thought Wald might shove her away, might see through her desperate gambit, and call the guards to arrest her on the spot. But then a low, rumbling growl vibrated from his chest, and she felt the bruising grip on her wrist ease as he responded to her kiss with scorching, ravenous need.

Their kiss grew wild, unrestrained, all semblance of propriety swiftly abandoned in the swirling tides of lust. Wald turned them, backing Madison up against the wall as his calloused hands found the hem of her skirts and shoved them upward. She hooked one leg around his hip, opening herself shamelessly to the insistent press of his arousal as his lips blazed a molten path along the curve of her neck.

"You wanton little temptress," he rumbled against her feverish skin. "Were you hoping to seduce me when I caught you rifling through my father's things? Perhaps earn my...forgiveness?"

"Perhaps," Madison gasped, her voice a breathless rasp of desire as she arched into the scorching press of his body. "Though you seemed quite...eager to be seduced, my prince."

Wald answered with a low, feral growl, capturing her lips in another dizzying, all-consuming kiss. As clothing was frantically shed and hands roamed with fevered desperation, Madison drowned in the overwhelming tides of sensation and dizzying scent of raw masculine arousal. Perhaps this had been foolish, throwing caution and her mission to the wind in a last, heedless bid to escape punishment.

But as Wald's thick shaft stretched her to the delirious point of pleasure-pain, as his powerful thrusts drove her relentlessly toward that blazing peak of ecstasy...she found it impossible to summon any regret. At this moment, all that mattered was the white hot, carnal joining of their bodies, that most primal of dances as old as time itself.

When it was over, when they were both sated and gasping in the aftermath of their passionate exertions, Wald curled his powerful body around Madison's smaller frame, burying his face in her tousled hair. His next words made her blood freeze in her veins.

"You're playing a very dangerous game, little maid," he murmured, his voice laced with dark promise. "But it's one I find myself quite eager to continue."

With that, he pulled her closer, seemingly content to slumber with the woman who had tried to kill him just moments ago. As fear and confusion swirled in Madison's mind, one thing was terrifyingly clear - her mission had just become exponentially more complicated.

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