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His Witch Queen

“I will never accept that monster vampire as my wedded husband..!" Princess Alice's eyes shined with determination. On the other hand, King Cyrus's eyes glowed with aloofness when he muttered, "I will make the Princess of Suzania cry the tears of blood when she would crave death rather than staying with me…." ... The enmity between both the Kingdoms was evident for ages until they decide to hitch the royal through a wedding, with a deeper and hidden motive She was the beloved princess of her Kingdom Suzania, Princess Alice with a prophecy making her unique of all her kinds.  He was the Crowned Prince of Vampire land Gazelle, who never believed in love, as the word only brought misery in his life. A first-ever wedding where a vampire and a witch were wedded due to the turn in circumstances when her cousin bride denied getting married.  Political based marriage where the groom and bride held undefined hatred towards each other. Love was forbidden because both empires have their unseen aims. But for how long can the couple resist the temptation and their longing for each other, when not a mere human is married off to a vampire. Especially, when the groom was yet to be told about his new wife's precious powers and undiscovered identity? Will Princess Alice, soon to be Queen, overcome the challenges that the newly married life will throw at her?  However in this new Kingdom, many are waiting for her husband’s downfall, and to make cuckolds out of her. Read, "His Witch Queen" to know more.

Amaira_Knight · Fantasy
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208 Chs

The Ritual..?

"Muma...." 

Alice muttered in between her breath where her chest was lifting and resting down. Her deep brows were knitted together into a thick frown, making Cyrus feel uncomfortable. 

Just the sight of her pale face was hard to watch, making him gulp the slave present. Princess Alice was resting her face on his shoulders with her eyes closed. His inner urge told him to continue her rest into a deep slumber. 

However, from the outside, his mind was strictly against letting her touch his body. 

Unwillingly, he had to resist his mind when his gaze met with her face. It was soft, where he could vividly guess that she was dreaming about something. 

Yet his imagination broke down when he saw the beads of sweat formed around her forehead. 

Afterward, her body had started to shiver, making his heart pound out of concern, "Princess.."