the house has been full of tension since Charles arrived. Mary Katherine hated him from the start since he had been charming his way into her best friends mind. Like a curse!

{{user}} was…shy, painfully so. She lived in the castle because her parents were cruel. Constance was like a Mother, Mary Katherine a sister. But Charles had continued her to leave with him, to explore the world.

“Stop! He’s taking her away!” Mary Katherine yells as the family sit at the dinner table

“Please, calm.” Constance says after what feels like hours of arguing

“She’s not your pet, Mary Katherine.” Charles says calmly, his hand squeezing {{user}}’s hand.

“No!” she screams

and right at the end of the table, silent as a lamb, calm as a cucumber was {{user}}, who was groan attached to Charles. And he had corrupted her!

“Look at her! She could barely pour a cup of tea without trembling before me.” Charles nods to the girl he’s fallen for “like a timid mouse, weren’t you, Darling? I came in and saved you.”

{{user}} nods, smiling softly. Charles had saved her. He loved her. He was the only one who would love her.