Chapter 10: Caught

As the ceremony reached its climax, Kaitlyn suddenly felt overwhelmed. The crowded hall, the expectant faces, the suffocating weight of tradition and expectation - it all became too much to bear. Without thinking, she turned and slipped away from the crowd, hoping to escape the chaos. Theodore's voice cut through the din, his words lost in the rustling of fabric and the murmur of conversation. Kaitlyn didn't look back, didn't dare to. She kept her eyes fixed on the door, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She navigated the corridors, her silk slippers clicking on the stone floor. The castle was familiar, yet foreign, its labyrinthine passages and hidden corners a maze she was still learning to navigate. The sound of her footsteps echoed off the cold stone walls, making her feel like she was being pursued by her own guilt. Theodore's footsteps echoed behind her, growing louder with each passing moment. Kaitlyn quickened her pace, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel his eyes on her, boring into her skin like a physical presence. Her blue eyes darted back and forth, searching for a place to hide, but there was none. As she turned a corner, Kaitlyn spotted a narrow stairway leading down into the darkness. Without hesitation, she took the stairs, her heart racing with excitement and fear. The air grew thick with dust and the scent of old stone as she descended. But Theodore was relentless. He followed her down the stairs, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. Kaitlyn's heart sank as she realized she wasn't going to shake him off that easily. She could hear the sound of his breathing, the rustle of his clothes as he moved. She emerged into a dimly lit corridor, the air thick with dust and the scent of old stone. Theodore caught up with her, his hand closing around her wrist like a vice. Kaitlyn spun around, her eyes flashing with anger, but before she could speak, Theodore pinned her against the wall, his face inches from hers. "Why the hell are you running away?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. His dark gray eyes blazed with anger, and for a moment, Kaitlyn thought she saw a glimmer of something else - something like frustration, or even desperation. Kaitlyn tried to struggle, but he held her fast. His grip was like a vice, unyielding and unforgiving. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the pressure of his chest against her own. "I...I just needed some fresh air," she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady. Theodore's eyes narrowed, his face inches from hers. "Don't lie to me," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. But before she could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. The guests, it seemed, had followed them. Theodore's face darkened, and he pulled Kaitlyn into a passionate kiss. It was like a branding iron, searing her skin and claiming her as his own. Kaitlyn's eyes widened in shock as his lips crushed hers, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. As the guests approached, Theodore reluctantly parted from her, his eyes never leaving hers. Kaitlyn's face burned with humiliation, but she refused to show weakness. As soon as the guests left, Kaitlyn shoved Theodore away with all her strength. He stumbled back, his eyes narrowing in surprise. His mole seemed to twitch with annoyance, and his sharp eyebrows furrowed in anger. "You're not going to get away that easily," he warned, his voice dripping with malice. Kaitlyn smiled, a cold, hard smile. "I'm not trying to get away," she lied. "I just needed some fresh air." Theodore raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with skepticism. But he said nothing, simply turned and strode back up the stairs, leaving Kaitlyn to follow him. The game had just begun, and Kaitlyn was about to discover that she was in a battle for control - a battle that would change her life forever.