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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

Sire Bond

Everard’s heart sank the moment his eyes fell on his father.

The King looked awfully weaker than yesterday. His eyes were swelling, he was breathing laboriously, and the night robe that he was wearing looked wet due to excessive sweating.

“Why haven’t you changed his clothes yet?” Everard glared at the nurses and scolded them.

He went and stood by his father’s side. He gently held his father’s palm; the temperature was way too cold for a werewolf.

He glared back at the nurses, who were now rushing towards a drawer, and then chastised them some more, “He is already suffering from cold, and yet, you two keep him in his wet clothes instead of keeping him warm?”

“Don’t scold them too hard, Everard.” Alfred slightly tightened his grip on Everard’s palm and spoke while taking the nurses' side, “I was asleep until I heard you at the door. Maybe they didn’t want to disturb my sleep, that’s why they didn’t wake me up to change my clothes.”