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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

Break Up, Your Highness

After the guards had gone through the identities of the ones going into the castle, Cesarean gave a signal to his horse to trudge faster towards the castle's building.

Once they had reached a location trekkable to the entrance, he stopped the horse and alighted swiftly, stretching his hand forth, he helped Rosalie who's hair was in a mess by the wind and her expression resembled that of someone who just rose from the dead.

A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as she inwardly swore never to repeat such actions again. Riding on a horse was terrifying. 

Cesarean gave a smooth and comfortable rub on the back of the vigorous horse which neighed in response. He tried not to mock the fact of how Rosalie appeared at the moment.

"This way, my lady." He said. Masking the snort that threatened to appear on his face.