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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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560 Chs

Guilt Prevents Happy Endings

Sirona won five hundred gold pieces in the end. It wasn't a huge fortune, of course, but it certainly paid handsomely. With this money, she could invest in all sorts of medical books and equipment, enough to fuel her experiments for at least the next few months. Prince Nathaniel would be pleased to hear that their newest project would have additional funding.

Of course, Sirona didn't get to keep all five hundred in the end.

"Here's your share, as promised," Sirona said, placing a small bag of gold coins in Daphne's outstretched hands. With the way Daphne's eyes glimmered, one would think that she was a common peasant girl, not the queen of a prosperous kingdom.

"This feels a lot heavier than I imagined," Daphne confessed, lifting her hands up and down as she tested the weight of the bag. 

"I doubled it," Sirona said. "There were a couple of last-minute bets thrown in, and because of your amazing assistance, they lost their money."