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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

When The Wings Of A Butterfly Come Together

"Ehem," Naria cleared her throat, her voice regal and composed. "Of course, why wouldn't I be? I am the princess," she calmly replied to the crown prince.

"I really like you,"

Naria's gaze shifted to the Winter's princess, who sat gracefully, enchanted by Naria's words.

"Thank you, your gra--"

"Oh, please, call me Skyla."

Despite the princess's long, snow-white hair covering her entire body, and her icy, penetrating gaze, Naria felt an overwhelming sense of safety and warmth in her presence.

Miraila placed her fan on the table as the servants began serving the food. "Well, I hope the princess is well-mannered. Or should I send my old teacher to instruct her in etiquette?" Miraila's eyes sparkled mischievously.

"No need for that, my lady. The castle has more than enough resources to teach a new princess everything she needs to know."

"My hubby can be so strict sometimes," Skyla laughed.