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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

Mistress

“Is the room to your satisfaction?” Vincent asked again.

Tilla slightly turned her head in order to see the room that was supposed to be hers during her stay at the Warmane Mansion.

The room was way too bigger for her comfort, and way too lavish as well.

Back in the servants’ quarter of the castle, all she had was a bed, a few utensils, and the suitcase that she brought with her from Orsenia.

And right now, she was facing the room that was decorated with expensive-looking furniture of all kinds, beautiful paintings, and there was even a vase filled with freshly picked flowers by her bedside table. The room looked very beautiful, as though it was indeed to be used by the mistress of the mansion.

“Umm… It’s… good,” she replied and took a deep breath.

“Just good?” Vincent wondered if something was still missing from the room so he asked, “Do you need something more? Or is the decoration not to your liking? You can be honest.”