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Stolen by the Rebel King

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

saltedpepper · Fantasy
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569 Chs

Brunch

In the end, Daphne did not find the courage within her to open that door. She sat there with her back leaning against the wood, listening to Atticus as he spoke to himself. The entire time, she didn't answer.

And he didn't persist.

"I'll have Sirona swap rooms with me tonight," he said. Defeat laced every word of the sentence, his voice sounding much heavier than usual. "Good night, Daphne."

Only after Daphne was sure that Atticus had left did she finally unlock the door and retreated to bed. Sirona entered nearly an hour later but by then, Daphne had already curled under the covers, refusing to raise her head even though she clearly heard Sirona enter.

She didn't need to either. Sirona was fully aware that Daphne was in no mood to talk and she simply silently arranged her pillows and covers on the couch before lying down to rest for the night. Daphne lay on her bed, awake and alert even as she heard Sirona's soft snores pierce through the empty room.