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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

The Golden Bracelet

The tension in the hall reached its peak as the king's anger flared, his face contorted with frustration and disbelief.

He could feel his authority slipping away, and it made him feel small and annoyed.

In a fit of rage, he picked up Lady Miraila from the ground, his grip tight and forceful, and stormed off into his chambers.

The knights, unsure of what to do, remained frozen, leaving the king alone in his fury.

Raiver, witnessing the king's retreat, couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh, his voice echoed through the hall.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and defiance. He turned to his loyal servant and spoke with a confident smirk, "Take care of this situation, my dear servant.

Put everyone involved in the mistreatment of Princess Naria into the dungeons. Let them reflect on their actions."

The servant, well-versed in Raiver's wishes, nodded and swiftly went to carry out the prince's command.