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Burgundy Nights

[MAJOR EDITING UNDERWAY—CHAPTERS ARE REPLACED AND JUMBLED] Sorine belongs to Eric. Eric belongs to Sorine. But do they really belong with each other? Among the walls of the castle of Newarfa is a whispered distaste for Sorine as she is the lover of the Crown Prince of the Royal Family of Newar. But the Crown Prince is to be bound to someone else. She becomes the other woman with just the slur of a word, the flick of a finger and she begins to wonder of the indispensability of her own relationship. What was she? What was she meant to be? Just a maid caught in a castle or more. That's when he comes in. Prince Demian Lemarke. The Prince who is allegedly cursed, devilish power swelling under him, around his veins. He has big plans and he would allow her even more. She would be Queen, she wouldn't be tied to the name of anyone else. She would own herself. She would be Sorine, not the lover of the Crown Prince, not his pet but herself. She would own herself. Sorine gets caught up in the tangle of a Royal Mess, unable to choose between her old trusty love with Eric who is now appearing hopeless, and Prince Demian who had saved her life‌ while planning to kill the very king who had threatened her life to usurp the throne. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Who are you?" The dark burgundy eyes glinted under the cover of the shadow cast by the yellow lamp and the eyes flicker like another flame along the darkness. This man just witnessed an intimate exchange between a maid and the Crown Prince. The man steps out of the darkness and she gasped quietly. It was no normal man but the younger son of the King, and brother to her lover— Prince Demian. Better known as the Demon Prince for his tumultuous temper among the golden walls of the castle. "Don't mind me, darling" He ran a rugged hand through his hair, casting light along the black markings of wings— angel wings, that ran along his left side. His eyes glinted when he continued, "I am just a good ol' voyeur spying on my brother's sins." ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Disclaimer: Cover is taken from Pinterest. No copyright infringement intended. WARNING: •DEPICTIONS OF WAR AND GORE, DARK ROMANCE AND LOVE TRIANGLE. •WORK HAS MATURE CONTENT

awkwardfina · Fantasy
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137 Chs

Chapter 15

A soft grunt escaped her throat and Sorine groaned, turning in the wake of her delirium. Where was she? She immediately shot up, looking around. She was in a strange surrounding. Dark hallways, dreary clobbered floor, not a lavish carpet to be seen in sight, and even more horrid, she had been sleeping on the stairway like some uncouth person. Look now she is all covered in dust and—

She winced immediately, feeling the crusty blood-soaked ends of her shirt rubbing into her tender calves.

Ah yes. That happened too.

She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. She was whipped. By Eric. She sighed, rubbing her palm all over her face. What was she to do now? She couldn't even cry. She is immensely distraught but numb to everything. She knew that she hadn't yet registered all these in her knowledge. When it hits her, it is sure to pour.

Clank clank clank.

A bowl rolls over next to her feet and echoes ripple as it circles round and round until it settles.

Wha—