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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

Straight-Forward Question

Anastasia’s eyes and jaw were wide open when Tilla told her that Vincent was really serious about the marriage and that he was even ready to travel to Orsenia just so he could get formal permission from Tilla’s mother.

“Oh, heavenly father!” Anastasia pulled Tilla close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her dear friend. “I can’t believe this is happening! I am so happy for you, Tilla.”

Tilla giggled somewhat shyly and whispered, “I can’t believe it too… I never imagined I would find my suitor in this Kingdom. But I did. And I will forever be grateful to heaven for writing this happiness for me.”

Anastasia felt a slight prick in her heart, not because she was unhappy with her friend or because she was jealous of her. But because the same heaven had treated her like a step-child whom it disliked greatly.