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Cursed To Be A Red Rose

Princess Ievna was the princess in the kingdom of Shovalon. Shovalon was a small kingdom, and it was conquered by the kingdom of the witches, Wemor. Her parents were killed in front of her eyes, and she was cursed to be a red rose by the strongest witch, Sharass. Fourteen years passed, and Princess Ievna was living as a red rose in the last fourteen years. The witches locked the red rose Ievna in the tower prison, and she would only be able to return to her human form in Spring when roses would bloom. And even in Spring, she could only exist in her human form during the day when the sun reigned over the sky. At night, she would turn into a red rose again. Princess Ievna was living in the dark prison for fourteen years until finally, the prince of Breviel, Reigen, managed to snatch Shovalon from the witches' grip. One night, the arrogant prince accidentally opened the tower prison and saw a beautiful red rose in the prison. Later he learned that the red rose was the princess of Shovalon. What would happen to the princess of Shovalon and the prince of Breviel? Would the prince of Breviel be able to save the princess from the curse? Maybe that wouldn't be easy because all the prince wanted to do to the princess was touch her. Unfortunately, the princess was no longer a human. He would need to pay with his blood if he wanted to touch the princess' body. --- "What a beautiful princess of Shovalon. I have saved you from Sharass, and to repay my kindness, let me touch you and make you mine." "Every rose has its thorn. If you touch this red rose, your fingers will bleed." --- WARNING! SLOWBURN ROMANCE! --- Original cover by jjia_en on Instagram ^.^

rotteroos · Fantasy
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182 Chs

A TALE OF TWO PRINCES

'That's the only possible way to prove that I didn't do anything with the prince in this room, but it's too risky, isn't it?' Princess Ievna was still contemplating as she continued to stare at the taller man. 'He looks gentle and kind, but that doesn't mean his heart will be the same. Who knows if he's even worse than the prince?'

One would think that she was just a naive princess because she had not even been able to see the outside world for the past fourteen years. But in fact, being confined between four narrow walls in a tower prison did not make her a clueless girl.

Making use of the only small window that was in the tower prison, she had often seen how the people of Wemor interacted with one another, and she could tell that their interactions were often laced with cunning and vulgarity.