Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 72

[Catherine’s POV]

“Y-you . . . you want me to . . . ask my father to help you arrange an audience with the Prince?” I repeated because I think I misheard Trinity.

“Yes. As soon as possible.”

I bit my lips and looked to the other side. “But . . .” There was nothing I desired the most than to see my father and Benjamin.

However, for that to happen, I needed to talk to Charles. Or possibly even beg.

“I need you to do it now, Catherine. I am pressed of time.”

I hesitate. My father would gladly help Trinity even if she were a witch, all for my sake. But . . .

“Are you sure that my father and Benjamin are going to be safe? Can you give me your word Trinity?”

“Of course. Nobody will find out that I’m a witch. Only you and your father. They’ll be more interested about the Saintess than anything else.”

I couldn’t believe that Trinity had already found one of the marks, and it happened to be her companion too. But I was no longer interested in the Saintess matters now that I am a Vampire.

But Prince Zen would surely be interested. But with my plea, my father would finally take a side, breaking his neutral stance.

No . . . the moment I turned into a vampire, the Church became our greatest enemy. It might be an excellent time to ally with the Prince. With Prince Zen and the Saintess on our side, father and Benjamin would be safer.

“Alright. I will . . . talk to Charles.” I dreaded even just thinking about it.

“Thank you, Catherine. I owe you one.”

Eh? Before I could open my mouth, Trinity was gone.

I was stunned silence by her gratefulness. I didn’t expect her to thank or owe me. I was just her servant at this point. She held the advantage over me.

. . .

Thank you.

A smile warmed my heart.

It was nice hearing that word. It made me feel wanted and appreciated. Something I always forgot ever since I learned about Emelia.

Charles was busy with whatever it was that he was doing. But he never failed to come into my room in the locked tower to visit me every single day.

He hadn’t tried to touch me again, not even a kiss since the last time we spoke. I was glad that he didn’t because I felt hungry and horny every time he was near. And if he did touch me again, I was afraid that I wouldn’t say no.

I wonder if he noticed that his pocket watch was missing.

He must have noticed. There was no way that he didn’t.

However, he never did once ask me about it.

. . . I wonder what he was doing now.

. . . I miss him.

I was conflicted. On one hand, I despised him, and the idea of running away hadn’t completely eradicated in my thoughts. But with my situation now, it was clear as day that I would never get out of here. And if I did ever escape, I didn’t know which way to Seraphim.

Unless I try Trinity’s idea of using my body and his faked feelings for me to get what I wanted.

And on the other hand, I couldn’t leave Charles. Just the thought of never seeing him again caused a disturbing pain in my chest that I couldn’t ignore.

“Is something bothering you?”

I gasped and whisked my eyes on the chair, and there he was, sitting perfectly straight with a kind smile on his face.

I breathed. Even though I couldn’t die of a heart attack, feeling my heart constricting every time he surprised me with his presence would surely put me early on my grave.

“Please stop doing that.”

Charles’s smile didn’t lessen. “I’m sorry. Old habit, I guess.”

. . . and I guess he didn’t plan to change that old habit, for he offered no ongoing conversation.

I was going to lay sideways on the bed, my back facing him, and pretend that he didn’t exist like I was doing in the past days. However, Trinity’s voice whispered in my ears like she was just beside me, enticing me with the promise of a doting Charles.

My heart beat like a gong, and I bet that Charles could hear it. He just didn’t say anything like usual.

Looking over at him, I decided that I had to change in order to change things. If he could fake his feelings for me, then I could at least try to use it to my advantage.

I only feared that I would be plunged into the abyss by this game of feelings, and in the end, I’d lose.

Confusion struck Charles’s face when I stood to my feet and approached him. We stared at each other. I blinked when he blinked. He was clearly at a loss, and so was I.

I forgot that I was clueless in this game of seduction. How was I going to do this again?

“Is something wrong, Catherine?” he asked, voice so seductive my body just sat on his lap.

“. . .”

“. . .”

I closed my eyes tight and hid my face in the comfort of my palms. This was so embarrassing that I’d rather kill myself than see his expression right now.

Charles chuckled, and it was music in my ears. “Though I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t dare complain . . . But this position isn’t something to my liking since I couldn’t see your adorable face.”

I didn’t know what happened next, but I just gasped, and I was facing him. I wrapped my arms around him, and he nuzzled into my neck.

“Your scent is so captivating. It makes me lose control every time,” he groaned and trailed his tongue along the veins on my neck.

Blazing fire erupted in my whole body. I clenched, and my pleasure spot throbbed with the need for him. I longed for his touch.

“Do you want to continue in the bed?” he purred.

Very much. I wanted to say, but we needed to talk first.

It took a considerable amount of effort on my part to peel myself away from him. But it must be done.

“Charles . . . ,” I mewled and cringed. I hope he found my raspy voice sexy.

“Yes?” in response to my sexy attempt of imitating a seductive woman’s voice, he encouraged me on as he traced my spine with his finger. My arousal flared, and he took it in with flaring nostrils and closed eyes.

“I . . . I promised that I won’t run away . . . and do everything that you say from now on . . .” My body had a mind of its own, and my pelvis rocked him on the chair while my tongue slipped from my mouth and licked the length of his neck.

For a time, Charles didn’t say anything. I was beginning to feel worried when he didn’t respond for a full minute.

And when he did, my heart dropped.

“. . . Do you want something in return, Catherine?”

His voice didn’t contain anything but coldness, and I knew I wasn’t made for this seduction thing.

I wanted to run into bed and hide in the blanket, but Charles’s grabbed both my arms, preventing me from moving anywhere on his lap.

His face was grave, and his tone of voice was sarcastic. “You want to promise me your obedience and loyalty in exchange for your freedom, is that it?”

He knew. Of course, he knew. He lived more than I.

“I- I just . . . I just wanted to go meet my father and Benjamin,” I croaked, “I don’t care if you lock me here. But please . . . even just once a week . . . or once a month.”

“. . .”

I never saw him stare at me like that. I had never seen him so cold and dangerous that I shrunk under his gaze.

“Do you know why I’m upset, Catherine?”

“. . .”

“It’s because you think that you had to sell your body to get what you want. It’s insulting that you think of me that way.” His pupils dilated, and he hissed through the gap of his clenching teeth, “You don’t have to seduce me or do anything against your will. I’m not after your body, nor your obedience. I’m after all of you. Everything of you.

“That includes you willingly surrendering your everything to me, both heart and body.”

“. . .” I burned under the intensity of his gaze and blushed despite everything else.

Why was he angry? She was supposed to be the one who was angry. He was lying. If he wanted all of me, then he had to prove it by setting Emelia free by burning her body.

But instead of resisting and arguing with him, I played a different path. A submissive one that I didn’t know I could pull off or didn’t know if it would work.

I hid against his chest and snuggled in his warmth. “I . . . I just . . . wanted to see my family . . . I’m sorry . . . I just . . . miss them terribly so.”

The loud beating of my heart found its peace when Charles’s heart beat in rhythm with mine.

I didn’t know if it would work. But it got to. I didn’t know what else to do if he continued to lock me in here and deny me of my family.

“. . . Alright . .  ,” he finally conceded when I faked a sob.

I looked over at him in surprise. His face no longer held coldness. He was smiling, though his brows were crumpled with worry.

In my happiness, I hugged him. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“But only in one condition that I must go with you. And you can only see them once a week.”

I didn’t care if his whole mistress came. I was just glad that he would finally let me see my family.

“Thank you, Charles. You don’t know how much this means to me!” Trinity was right. Letting my feelings go and don’t resist was the key.

Charles stifled a laugh and caressed my hair. “What am I going to do with you?”

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A/N

My brain is not functioning at the moment. I hope I did not make too much error o_o

Point out any mistakes in the comments and I love to hear your opinion about the story so far ^^