The Blind Mistress & Her Mates

The Rothschilds

Her words echoed in Laura's head over and over again. 'His nephew. Not her husband. The crowned prince—A Rothschild?!'. Laura's heartbeat grew erratic, and she could hear the sound blocking out every other voice from reaching her ear. "Wh-what have I done?". She stammered, wanting an answer, anything at all that could stop her body from quivering in fear.

Deceiving the Duke would have been one thing since he was Gracefeel's husband, but deceiving the crowned prince could lead to being executed! Even if Laura was a sister to the Duchess. After all, she was still a nobody to the royal family. As fast as she knew, the Rothschild family weren't human. Many years ago, the earth realm was divided into five empires; werewolves, vampires, dragonkin, witches and humans who all cohabited.

But the witches coveted more than they were given and began to use forbidden spells to raise a demon army. The worst of the witches were those who could pause and control the flow of time, allowing them to change reality or create illusions to deceive people.

Each species sent out its greatest warrior to lead the battle against the witches—it was a bloodbath with many casualties and it lasted for five whole years.

By the time the war was over and the witches were sealed alongside the demons, the commanders of each army were given a legacy name—Rothschild. All except the human commander who'd died during the third year of battle.

Ever since then, regardless of their specie, the Rothschild name was nothing to joke with.

Being tagged the weaker race, humanity was gradually suppressed by other races. Hence, only three prominent empires remained on earth; ruled by the vampire, werewolf and Dragonkin.

Although Gracefeel was from a noble home, her poise and carriage being enough to show for it, she wouldn't have a say in matters concerning the Rothschilds because she was merely human. Laura, on the other hand, had no family to plead her case, aside from her sister. She had no last name, no grace, and nothing to stand for except her innocence.

The same innocence which she'd now lost to a man she knew nothing about.

'If the prince found out that he'd slept with the wrong woman...'

Her knees were about to give in from the weight of it all and she fell backwards to land on the bed. Her lips parted, and she heard the words escape her lips before she could ponder on them. "Does he know?". The question was directed at her sister.

The sobs that escaped Gracefeel's lips proved that Laura's assumptions were right on the mark. Only a Rothschild could sway the decisions of another Rothschild.

"I-I don't think he does," Grace wiped her face, finally accepting Desmonda's help to get up. "The guards said he left in haste, and before the break of dawn after leaving a message".

Desmonda buried her left hand in the pocket of her dress to retrieve a sheet of paper with Logans's seal.

"Grace my love, I'm occupied with politics but have acquired new medicine which may improve your condition. I await your presence in the castle." Desmonda folded the letter, returning it to her pocket.

"We leave by noon," Grace spoke with determination, her voice steadier now despite the lingering fear in her eyes.

Laura swallowed hard, her mind racing with the implications of the message. If the prince had indeed departed hastily after delivering the letter, it meant he likely hadn't discovered the truth about their encounter.

"Grace," Laura got up, "What should I do now? I mean...what if I get pregnant for the prince after what happened last night. Won't it be a blow to your image as the Duchess if anyone finds out? I did stand in as you!" her tone rose unconsciously.

"How dare—!" Desmonda raised her voice but trailed off when Grace stopped her.

"He won't," she replied shortly. "The crowned prince is a lot of bad things, but he's not stupid enough to spoil his relationship with my husband by speaking of last night", she sighed. "Take me back to my room, Desmonda", she spoke, slightly short of breath.

"Oh, and Laura?". They paused by the doorframe. "You'll be accompanying me to the castle to correct last night's mistake", the door was slammed shut after that.

Laura sighed heavily, massaging her temples. "Why do I have such horrible luck?" she mumbled under her breath. The rest of the morning after her meal and bath was hardly eventful aside from the tour of the manor.

When the time to vacate the premises gradually arrived, both women were seated in the back of the carriage alongside Desmonda. As the carriage rattled along the cobblestone streets, Laura's mind churned with questions and uncertainties.

Glancing at Gracefeel, she couldn't help but wonder about her sister's relationship with Prince Leonardo. The way he was moaning out her name last night didn't come off as a first encounter.

But despite her burning curiosity, she knew better than to voice her concerns aloud. After all, she was merely a pawn in the grand game of royal politics, with little power or influence to sway the outcome. All she could do was follow Gracefeel's lead and hope for the best or maybe it was just because of her secret obsession with Gracefeel that she now, more than ever, craved to have the Duke inside her.

Last night was a mistake, an unforgettable one to be specific. But it had woken something inside her—like a hibernating beast and now she craved s*x more than ever.

Demonda's sharp gaze seemed to catch Laura's strange body language. Yet whenever she tried to warn her mistress that it was a bad idea to deceive her husband—she was scolded sternly and reminded of her place.

As they approached the imposing gates of the castle, Laura's heart pounded in her chest. The sight of the towering stone walls filled her with a sense of foreboding, as if she were marching towards her doom.

The duchess was welcomed with open arms, she held Laura's hand as if needing assistance in walking but it was simply to hide the fact that her sister was blind. Desmonda followed behind them.

The ceilings of the castle were lined with tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and heroic deeds, a stark reminder of the legacy of the Rothschild family.

They came across several maids, some carrying laundry or cleaning supplies, others carrying trays of food as if preparing for an event. By the time they arrived at the duchess's chambers, Desmonda shut the doors behind them.

"Laura dear, I'll need to greet some acquaintances, hide here until I return." She moved to hold her sister's hands comfortingly. "Don't be scared."

"I'm not." She lied. "But what if the Duke shows up instead?"

"He won't, I assure you," she smiled warmly and Laura nodded at her words, determined to make their plans work.

Not long after Desmonda left with her mistress and Laura had stripped into her undergarments was there a knock at the door. "Grace?" Came the low, hoarse voice of a man standing outside. Laura's heart skipped a beat as she realized it wasn't Gracefeel's voice. Panic surged through her veins, and she scrambled to hide herself as she was still unprepared to meet the duke. "I'm coming in."

She slipped behind the silk curtains just in time as the doors slid open. She could hear his footsteps approaching, each one sending goosebumps up her arm.

"Grace? Are you in here?" The voice wasn't familiar, it was deeper and rougher than the man from last night. Yet, there was a lingering gentleness in the way he called her sister's name.

Laura felt her breath hitch in her throat, warmth spreading all over her body as her fingers gradually slipped into her knickers, slowly trailing down her abdomen. Her core was soaking wet from arousal, wild thoughts running through her head from what this man was about to make her feel. It was sickening, how badly she craved her sister’s man. She couldn’t see him but sharing a bed with him would make her even closer to her sister, it would make her feel just as loved—that was all she’d ever wanted.

"Why bother hiding when your scent is all over the place!" with those words, he suddenly tugged the curtains apart, pulling the woman into his arms impulsively. "I missed you," he kissed her forehead and Laura didn't dare look up at him. "Your hair, your scent, even—" he suddenly paused, gauging the size of the woman in his arms.

He pulled back abruptly to look down at her, his gaze morphing into something dark. "Who the hell are you?!" he growled, wrapping cold fingers around her slender neck and slamming the woman against the wall.

He pushed Laura further up the wall, leaving her feet hovering in the air as she struggled to breathe against his grip.

"Where is my wife!!" his voice rang through the walls and down the corridors.