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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

Pushing Away

“Good afternoon, Your Majesty,” Vincent bowed his head and greeted Anastasia as soon as she came into his view.

And he immediately raised his brows and asked while sounding somewhat worried, “Check up on Tilla? Did something… happen to her?”

“She tripped down and hurt herself,” Anastasia replied and heaved a sigh. Then she gestured her hand inside her bedchamber and asked again, “Why don’t you come in?”

Vincent didn’t need to hear anything more. He immediately followed the Queen into her bedchamber.

His eyes fell on Tilla who was sitting on a chair in front of the dressing table. She was looking down at her palm and rubbing something on it.

‘She hurt her hands?’ Vincent wondered, and couldn’t help but walk past the Queen. He stood in front of Tilla and asked her while looking at her palms, “What happened? Did you hurt yourself too badly?”

Tilla had already dropped her gown to cover her feet by now. And she was applying the ointment on her palm while hanging her head low.