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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

Yearning Whispers

Naria's eyes welled up with tears, each drop cascading down her cheeks like glistening pearls. With a trembling voice, she exclaimed, "I did it!" Her knees gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold ground, overcome by emotions.

"I managed to say goodbye," she whispered through quivering lips, her voice barely audible. Placing a hand over her eyes, Naria succumbed to sobs as the cruel truth of the maid's true intentions washed over her.

It became clear that the maid had led her astray, driven by ulterior motives. Why? Was it the king's doing? What had Naria done to deserve such betrayal? Unable to bid farewell to her newlywed husband, tarnishing her own reputation before everyone's eyes—was that what they desired?

As tears continued to trickle down her cheeks, the tower door swung open once more, and a figure entered, emanating a captivating scent reminiscent of fine wine.