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Crescent Crown: Quest of Love

'I will find you in any lifetime.' –––– Her silvery moon-locks were in delicate braids to reveal her fresh, radiant face. Her bright icy blue eyes watched everyone and everything fondly, sinlessly. She was a beauty that calms the nervous heart. That’s what everyone remembers of Princess Alora Linwood Roosevelt. Then who is the one who returned to the palace in the name of the princess? She had fiery long hair that looked like the flames of hell and her eyes were like a ball of fire that could reduce one to ashes. She looked like an evil witch they heard of. How could it not create chaos in the nation? She became prey to the royals and their politics, the nobles, and their influence, and commoners and their protest with her life on the line. Will she challenge the centuries-old tradition and find her love? Or will she lose her life? –––– P.S: Slow Burn, Slow Romance. This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin

Munchkin_2 · Fantasy
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231 Chs

Gotham City - A City of Witches

At Agost's chambers, 

Alora had left sometime back. Cyrus was happy to see Agost in a better mood. He asked for physicians to change the dressing of Agost's wound.

The physicians were yet to leave when a group of nobles aka ministers of Anka arrived knocking on the door.

Helping Agost to wear his outer robe, he rushed to open the door and was pretty much shocked to see so many there. However, he was quick to discern they were meeting Agost for the crescent.

The physicians bowed to Agost and took their departure and the nobles entered the chambers as they asked, "Prince Agost, how are you doing? Are you seriously hurt?"

Agost tried to fathom the kind of people they were. Half of them were the ones who refused to accept Alora as a Roosevelt princess and voiced their opinion. Whereas the other half were the ones who were displeased but didn't voice anything at the spring festival banquet.