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Garden Of Poison

[Volume 1: Dante Blackthorn] When Anastasia and her sister Marianne are captured and shipped across the seas by pirates, they become commodities to be sold in a distant land. Marianne is taken as a courtesan, while Anastasia barely escapes a terrible fate by pretending to be mute. She is forced into the lowest ring of servants at the royal palace, where she endures a life of servitude and creates beautiful artwork to mask her pain. Despite years passing, Anastasia has never forgotten her sister's promise to return to their family together. However, with her movement restricted and the guards vigilant, escape seems impossible. When Anastasia comes into contact with the Forsaken Prince, her life spirals out of control and she triggers a Crux of incredible proportions. Now battling her own inner demons while navigating the treacherous politics of the royal court, Anastasia must confront the truth about her sister's fate and make a choice that could alter the course of an entire kingdom. [Volume 2: Emily Blackthorn] Princess Emily's life takes a turbulent turn when she is rejected, leaving her heartbroken and her soul at the brink of corruption. In a desperate bid to save herself, she journeys to the West. Enter the Storm Prince, a charismatic archdemon with striking blue eyes, with a saint-like smile. Emily had hoped she'd seen the last of him, but fate has other plans. As if her soul dying isn’t enough, someone wants to steal it! Caught between the suitors and the haunting nightmares that have plagued her since childhood, Emily begins to see Raylen in a new light. The blue-eyed demon may not be the monster she once thought.

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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286 Chs

Story of the past

Music Recommendation: A Kind Waltz - James Quinn

Emily stared at Raylen's hand, which carefully placed the sharp glass shard on the table. Her eyes then shifted from his hand to his face, watching him as he licked his lips. When his blue eyes shifted to meet hers, she quickly looked away, pretending to be busy looking at the flickering flame of the nearest candle. 

"You know, Princess," Raylen drawled. "We still need to bandage your wound." 

Emily squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and then raised her foot to place it back on the surface of the couch between them. She asked him, "Are your windows broken too, like mine?"

"No, they are in perfect condition," Raylen responded, leaning forward and opening the first-aid box. "It seems that hailstorms just know how to find the right people to wake up." He picked up the bandage roll and turned back to her. "You see, I wasn't sleeping."