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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 Silent and Empty Departure

The maid glided into the room, her steps light and graceful. With a slight bow of her head, she conveyed that it was time for preparation. Raiver rose from his seat, planted a tender kiss on Naria's cheek, donned his regal robe, and departed.

Now, Naria found herself alone with the maid. The servant's voice was hushed and reverent as she addressed the princess. "Princess, may I be of assistance in your preparations?" Her head remained bowed in deference.

Naria mustered a polite smile, concealing her internal turmoil and the bewildering adjustments to her newfound life. "I would be grateful for your help," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Please, follow me," the maid said, her words barely above a whisper.

As Naria trailed behind the maid, they entered another room adorned with opulence. Nestled next to a grand mirror, twice her size, Naria took her seat. The mirror, resplendent in gold, shimmered in the room's gentle light.