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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 Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)

saltedpepper · Fantasy
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578 Chs

The Troubles of Being Queen I

Daphne found Atticus back in their shared rooms, reading the book she had stolen from the library. He had a frown on his face as he pored over the words on the pages. 

"Atticus!"

"Sunshine." He looked up from the book with a snap, his eyes widening. The frown on his face only grew when he caught sight of Zephyr trailing behind Daphne. "Did something happen?"

Placing the book down, he got up to embrace Daphne. His wife looked uncharacteristically upset, so he rubbed circles into the small of her back to calm her down. Meanwhile, Zephyr watched this display of affection with a scowl, scuffing his foot against the rug. 

"Alistair is in contact with Jean Nott," Daphne burst out. "He promised to regrow Alistair's hand in exchange for me!"

Atticus's face darkened at her words. He let go of her, planning to divest Alistair of his remaining limbs. "After I'm done with your brother, he'll have better luck living the rest of his life as a lizard."