Oath of Being Temporally Yours
"Erhard." Her voice was bold like her fiery hair. "Who are you?!" The Saint of Water wasn't pleased. But Andromeda wasn't deterred. "I'm your future monarch. So I have kindly come to declare war on you~" "I will come to claim you and the crown, Erhard." "Lets play this game once more~" ---------------------------------------------- At the end of her life, Andromeda strikes a deal with the Deity of darkness to rewrite the chapters of her life. The story unfolds as Andromeda, the Saintess of the Sacred Flame, returns to her past with a mission: to exact revenge on those who orchestrated her downfall and make Erhard hers. Andromeda's obsessive love for Erhard, the fallen King of an enemy kingdom, despite her previous cruelty, unravels a tale of passion, forgiveness, and unexpected alliances in the face of the greatest dangers, cunning enemies, and even in the hands of fickle Deities. Will Andromeda and Erhard be able to unite, or will they be ripped apart by the hands of destiny and the Gods playing their own games? Join them on this journey of Love, Revenge, and Obsession. ----------------------- The story is on hiatus since I am trying to stockpile chapters.
Fall of Sylvette LeBlanc- II
The arrival of Lord August MontClair cast a cloud of uneasiness over the chaotic scene. Even as Florence's relentless assault on Sylvette came to an abrupt halt, the air remained thick with tension, Sylvette's cries of pain reverberating against the walls of the grand estate. Florence who had snapped out of her violent haze, now seemed to realize her mistake.
Lord August's stern gaze swept over the scene, his expression unreadable as he demanded answers from those present. "I said, what is happening here? Can somebody speak? Camille?" His voice, authoritative and commanding, brooked no room for evasion or excuses.
Lady Camille MontClair, standing by her husband's side, felt a surge of unease wash over her as she struggled to find the right words. Her eyes flickered with uncertainty as she glanced at Lord August, a silent plea for guidance in the face of unexpected turmoil.