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Bewitched: Married To The Wizard King

Imagine being married to someone who claims to love you, and lie to you about his true identity. How does it feel to find out that someone who you think was human isn't? Well, Sania was caught up in similar situations and let's see how she handles this. Volume 1: A Toxic Royal Welcome [Chapter 1-59] Sania's father, King of Cyris, forced her into marriage with a king who had yet to see, and this was after he had sent the man whom Sania truly loved to battle to die by the hand of their enemies. Getting to her new home, Sania struggled to fit in because almost every member of the King's family despises her, but why? What could she have done to make them hate her so much without even knowing who she was? And just as this was going on, there was a high tendency for war to break out, as a distant kingdom threatened her new home. Volume 2: Returning from the dead for my princess [Chapter 60- 120] As predicted, there was going to be war, but that's not all Sania had to deal with. Before the war, her husband the King brought a Knight to keep her safe while he was away in battle. What struck Sania the most was that, the man whom he brought to keep her safe, was the same man who her father had sent to war to die, now she was going to spend a few months in the hand of her Ex lover... but the story is not all it seems because unknown to her, he ex-lover is just an illusion used by the King to watch her every move.

Lawrence_Oshim · Fantasy
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146 Chs

138. Kidnapped 3

Opening her eye gently, Sania could barely see anything in front of her, she felt like she was in a moving wagon, or perhaps she was.

"Awake already?" The man seated next to her uttered, and Sania was started for a second.

She looked at him, but could barely see his face, and it wasn't Ezekeil, so who was he?

She tried to seat up but he held her down,

"Hold on that sleepy face," He said to her,

"Stay on your hay."

Sanias blury vision got better and she saw who was talking, a tall man with white bushy beard, he was dressed like an Aradonian Knight.

"Who are you?" She asked, still laying on her back, looking at the man whose hand stopped her from standing.

"It doesn't matter," He replied with simple tone, unlike most Knight that he ever met.

"Where is Taffi? Where are you taking me?" She asked him.

"Oh goodness!" He exclaimed followed by a heartfelt sigh