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CURSED ROMANCE

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.

Moon_light16 · Fantasy
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170 Chs

A Private Word

It was quite cold, nearing midnight. Two figures sat under a tall tree staring afar at the inn, with blankets around each of their bodies.

The cold wind blew harshly and Rosalie slightly shuddered, even with the thick blanket protecting her skin from the tremors the wind offered.

Seeing this, Verenita chuckled. "You must be pretty sensitive."

"Yeah, I am." Rosalie replied with a smile.

They've been sitting out there for a while now, reluctant to go in even though it was clear that it would soon be midnight. 

"You should rest, you know. You must be tired from that, and all." Verenita waved her hand about as she tried to illustrate.

Rosalie giggled. "I know that, but I don't feel like it. I just haven't waned out yet."

"I see." She mused. "Tough but soft." She finalized with a small laugh.