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The Crown's Fire

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] Amidst the clash of desire and betrayal, who will dare to sacrifice everything for the sake of love? With the ability to foresee the future, Tarah could propel kings to unprecedented heights of success or plunge them into the depths of irreversible failure. But when her kingdom fell, Tarah was forced to offer herself into servitude to her captor in exchange for her brother’s life, becoming a spy in a dangerous game against Ezekiel, the future Dragon King of Ebodia. Haunted by a prophecy of his doom by a woman’s hand, Prince Ezekiel has meticulously avoided female company throughout his life. However, everything changed when he met Tarah, the new fated Seer of Ebodia. Initially only caring about ruling the world, Ezekiel now finds himself strongly enamored by Tarah, at the risk of losing sight of his own goals. Caught between safeguarding her brother's life and the growing affection for the domineering ruler, Tarah faces a dilemma. Will she navigate this dangerous path, risking everything for her heart's desires? ********* Excerpt: "You can't escape me. There's nowhere in this world where you can hide from my reach," Ezekiel whispered, his breath warm against her neck. Her throat tightened as his lips grazed her skin. With a firm yet gentle grip on her chin, he tilted her head, urging her to meet his intense gaze, causing her heart to pound in her chest. "I'm here to make you remember every detail of the agony you've caused me," he declared. "Agony?!" she protested. "Yes, your cruel betrayal. Leaving me, breaking your promise..."

Eustoma_Reyna · Fantasy

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220 Chs

I Need Your Help

Making her way through the Capital City of Cordon, Tarah eventually found the place Aurelia told her about. It was a small tavern that presumably also had a few private rooms, something that would hopefully suit their needs in this discreet meeting.

Entering the tavern, Tarah didn't bother looking around before making her way to the reception desk. There wasn't much time before she would inevitably have to report to Devon, so she had to make every second count. There, she told the lady manning the desk that she was supposed to meet someone.

"A reservation under 'Medicine Melancholy,' you say?" the lady asked.

"Yes," Tarah nodded. "It sounds weird, I know. But that's exactly what was told to me."

The reception lady gave her a soft gaze before letting off a shrug. "So it would seem," she chuckled. "The room is by the far left on the very edge of the hallway."

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