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Caught Between Two Worlds

All Celestine ever wanted was to be someone powerful so that she won't be looked down upon. That was what she wished on a blissful night. And that very wish made her life go downhill years later ever since she came across a sacred pendant. When an invitation lands on her lap to the most prestigious university of Adrian, nothing could stop her from going there. That is until her life gets entwined with two men, the cruellest foes of each other which she wishes to escape from. But the universe paints a different picture. On a dreary day, she falls to her near-death and finds herself in the ancient land of Vitalis. With an unintentionally committed crime to her name, she must face the justice of the place where mercy is invaluable and death is inevitable and of little value. And so her trial begins at the mercy of the tainted hands of the Masked Tyrant. Alastair Arden Waldorf. Ruthless, cold-blooded and faceless. When things turn for the worse, will she be able to return to her land and not be involved in a terrifying history? Will she save, kill or escape from the tyrant to the other two men when he shall come for her? Shall love prevail between the two or will they stick to their time to avoid an inevitable curse? ~ WARNING: Mature Content (18+) Cover Design: imagineTishaD (Webnovel) Image Credit: fromKITnoc (DeviantArt) Want to support and interact with the author? Discord: https://discord.gg/ptUDZFYcU8 Fandom: https://realmsofmagic.fandom.com/wiki/Realms_Of_Magic_Wiki Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rose.of.blues/

RoseOfBlues · Fantasy
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209 Chs

~ 93: The First Sign - Part 2 ~

I brushed it off for the moment and focused on trying to find a solution on what remedies I could use for pains. I took the lit chamberstick in my hand, knocked on the connecting door and said that I was coming in.

"Don't come in!" his hoarse voice yelled in panic as I turned the knob.

"Why not, milord?" I asked with a frown.

"I am not wearing my mask and it is too far for me to reach it."

"How am I to get to you then? Do you want to die from your suffering?"

"Blow out the candle. Trace your steps using the little light in the room."

"But, Your Majesty—"

"Do it!"

"I will keep it in my room instead so that I can see my path."

I left it near the connecting door and tried to touch the things around me to reach him.

"Where is your mask, Sire?" I asked as soon as I found the bedposts.

"Near the table... in the far corner," he responded in between his heavy heaves.