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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
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496 Chs

Far Ahead

Anastasia and Tilla were sitting inside the royal carriage. They had reached halfway to Carmineville.

Anastasia was wearing Caspian’s cloak on top of her gown in order to mask her scent with that of Caspian’s. As instructed by Caspian, they had also closed the windows so that the vampires of the capital wouldn’t see if Caspian was also inside the carriage or not.

Although there were four Royal Guards who were guarding the carriage, one could never be more careful.

“Are you alright, my Queen?” Tilla asked in a worried voice when she noticed Anastasia wrapping her arms around her stomach and softly wincing in pain.

Anastasia answered as she breathed shakily, “You know travels are difficult for me.”

“Do you need some water?” Tilla asked again.

To which, Anastasia simply shook her head.

Tilla then arranged the cushion on the seat as a pillow and said, “Why don’t you try sleeping for a while?”