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I Enchanted The Prince

“Please, dance for me one last time…” he implored, his gentle touch caressing her hair as she moved with a beauty that evoked the delicate fluttering of a butterfly amidst a meadow of blossoming flowers. Naria's dancing was a wonder to behold, each step releasing a cloud of butterflies that danced along with her. The dragon prince was captivated by her beauty, talent, and spirit. He loved her with a passion that consumed him, so much so that he forced her to marry him. Naria hoped that her new life as a princess would be a happy escape from her painful past, but it was not to be. Her rival, Miraila who had lost the prince's heart to Naria, was determined to make her life a misery. Every day, Naria endured ridicule and humiliation, feeling alone and trapped. The prince's obsession only made things worse. Naria loved him deeply, but she struggled to reconcile her feelings for him with her desire for freedom. And then, as if her suffering was not enough, new love interest appeared, each one vying for her attention and claiming her as their own. Naria's heart was torn, caught between her love for the dragon prince and her need to be her own person. As the prince disappeared into the distance, Naria knew that she had to make a choice: fight for her love or let him go. But fate was cruel, and before she could decide, tragedy struck, leaving Naria, heartbroken, and forever wondering what might have been. "Be it the light of day or the veil of night, across all epochs and eras, my love, I vow to search and find you, and once again make you mine with a heart that only beats for you…”

Jeri_ · Fantasy
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68 Chs

Painful Reunion

As Raiver approached the humble tavern, a sense of foreboding gripped his heart.

He could feel Naria's presence, her essence calling out to him like a light in the darkness.

The air crackled with anticipation, and his footsteps echoed through the deserted streets.

As he pushed open the tavern doors, a hushed silence fell upon the room.

The flickering candlelight casted eerie shadows on the worn wooden tables, and the scent of ale and damp earth hung in the air.

Raiver's gaze swept over the room until it settled upon the figure surrounded by people. 

There she was—Naria, his beloved wife, frail and vulnerable.

Her once vibrant eyes were now filled with fear and exhaustion. Tear stains streaked her dirt-streaked cheeks, and her trembling form betrayed the weight of her burdens.

With a thunderous roar, Raiver transformed back into his dragon form, his scaled body towered over the room.