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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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DOES SHE NEVER EAT?

His palms were dirty, and he blew air into his palms to remove the thin dirt there. For the first time in his life, he went into the forest to hunt, and he couldn't say that he liked the activity.

It wasn't him who did the hunting sessions, but it was his brother who had a hobby of hunting wild animals in the forest. He didn't like the activity, but he forced himself to follow his brother because of some reason.

His father, the king of Breviel, had never let him go into the wild since he was a child. He was the Crown Prince of Breviel, and his parents were overprotective of him.

They didn't let the rain wet his clothes, didn't let the mosquitoes bite his skin, and didn't even let the wild air hit his face. Crown Prince Randver was like a bird in a golden cage all his life.

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