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Sustaining the King's Life

COMPLETED. (WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.) ** On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. "Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy." To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed: A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead... and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

Chainslock · Fantasy
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284 Chs

Secret Door

The tension had risen the moment the commoners had broken through the closed doors. Leviticus' dark eyes were unwavering, as if he had found his resolve. His group also had their fair share of reason. They were looking at the nobles as if they have seen nothing but beasts untamed. Faustina herself could not bring her eyes straight to any of them, especially Michelle. Guilt gushed through her whole being as she found her gaze dropping to the floor. She felt the same feeling of ease and relief and the feeling of ignominy.

"We cannot work together with you," Leviticus declares, his voice arctic-cold. "Lord Anakin."

Anakin Disfiegro conjured a smile, masking his appalled expression from earlier. "Now, now . . . let's not be like that, Leviticus. There was nothing we could've done."

Leviticus walked forward to Anakin, "you could've done . . . nothing?"

Anakin smiled, "yes, Leviticus. We couldn't have done anything more than to run. I hope you understand that."