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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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Anastasia didn’t deny anything that Vincent had just said to her.

It was true that she didn’t see Caspian forgiving her in the near future. It was also true that she was there to seek suggestions from Vincent and Tilla, and if available, she was also seeking for some comfort from her friend.

Vincent didn’t want to push Anastasia any further. She already looked broken. He didn’t want to break her spirit any further. So, he stopped questioning her or saying anything else.

The living room became quiet until Tilla finally came sprinting to greet Anastasia.

“Anna!” Tilla spread her arms and immediately flung herself to hug her dear and poor friend. “Oh, Anna… How are you doing? Are you alright?” She pulled away from the hug and asked while examining her friend’s face and hands, “You aren’t hurt anywhere, are you?”

“Why would I be hurt?” Anastasia managed to pull the corners of her lips and force a little smile on her face. “I am fine. I’m alright.”