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Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King

Lorelai is an unwanted princess; a puppet in the hands of the royal family. Born weak and raised loyal only to her kingdom, she has no real power and is constantly abused by both her stepmother and her son. Her value lies in one thing only––marriage. Thus, she is to marry Duke Kalder, an old but powerful and influential man whose previous wives have all gone missing under mysterious circumstances. That is until she meets him. Tall, dark, strong, mysterious, irresistible, seductive. The King of Lycans. The King of Beasts. The Gypsy King. One who was once a slave now controls the biggest and strongest, most feared kingdom of the continent. And for some reason, he has his eyes set only on Lorelai. Important note: this is a historical fantasy novel and in its context, the word "Gypsy" is only used as a name of a nomad tribe and is not used as a slur.

yoojee · Fantasy
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The Gypsy Kiss

Lorelai did not know how long she had spent sitting on the bench with her head low and her eyes glued to her toes. 

A sudden gust of wind made her flinch as she sensed a distinct and very delicious smell of something meaty and when she turned her head to its source, she saw Rhaegar standing next to her with a bottle of wine and a wooden plate filled with different smoked meats. 

"You look like a dead tulip, Princess," he smiled, taking a seat beside her and extending the plate so that she could take her pick. 

Lorelai did not appreciate his sarcasm. 

She frowned and turned her face away from the plate, pouting. "I can't... I am on a diet, remember?"

Rhaegar measured her with a long, silent stare, then let out a long sigh, and shook his head disapprovingly. 

"You will not gain weight just by having this tonight. It pains me to see you like this."

'It pains him?' Lorelai could not believe his words. Why would he even care?