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Conquering His Cold Heart

Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18. For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster: King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom. The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human. Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart. Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well. *** [Excerpt] “Cas-pian…” And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss. He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.” Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet. So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

sanimimosa7 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
496 Chs

Camping

“Anna, we are resting here for the night,” Caspian said to his sleeping wife after the carriage came to a halt.

Anastasia was lying down on the seat of the carriage while using Caspian’s lap as a pillow.

Caspian gently tapped on his wife’s cheek as she didn’t get up the first time he called her, “Anna, it’s time to wake up.”

“Hmmm…” Anastasia pouted her lips and covered her eyes with her wrist.

Caspian gazed at her with a soft smile on his lips. ‘Should I just carry her? She is still sleepy,’ he thought to himself and slowly put his hand below her nape and her knees.

However, before he could carry her in his arms, Anastasia sat up and said with haste, “I am awake. I am awake.”

Caspian sighed and gave a nod. “You could have still pretended to sleep so that I could have carried you,” he said in a little disheartened voice. He looked into her eyes and asked, “Can I carry you inside the tent?”