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THE DEMON'S FORBIDDEN BRIDE

In kingdoms where king's and Duke's ruled with power and thirst for blood, -Valerie Darius- the crown princess of Brocrest found herself in the front of the war between her kingdom and - Baldish - a powerful kingdom that was known for its powerful king, allies and armies. A war she never planned for until she was told that her sister, Princess -Elena Darius- made her, her replacement for the war in the excuse that she was sick. Understanding the reasons why her sister made her the substitute for the war, she was determined to win the war and come back for her father. King Darius Alexander of Brocrest. Whose life would be in danger in the hands of her sister if she doesn't come back alive. Can a princess who doesn't know how to use a blade fight thousand of armies and conquer them? What could be the reason why Elena substituted herself with Valerie? Meet - Rafael Xavier-, the silver eyed man in princess Valerie's dreams and garden. What will happen when the woman he had been waiting for all his life to leave the castle wall that has been protecting her all these while finally leave? THE DEMON'S FORBIDDEN BRIDE is my entry for the wpc contest. I would appreciate your daily votes and comments on every chapter. Let's embark on this fantasy journey, filled with twists, love and mystery together.

Elizabeth_Isaac_4029 · Fantasy
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13 Chs

Chapter 10:Not afraid of black magic

" Ugh!" I groaned as my back hits the not so soft matress and for a minute, I felt the life leave my body. The room swirled but I tried to keep my head steady.

I supported my self with palms on the mattress and pushed myself up. I tried to keep my head open but the more I tried the difficult it becomes.

I pushed back slowly while panting until my back hits the headrest. I took a deep breath and felt the stars in my eyes dissappearing little by little. 

My vision was back to normal and I fixed my gaze on his face.

My heart raced in my chest when I noticed that his eyes weren't on my face. I traced and found out they were fixed on my widely opened thighs.

With a gasp, I quickly clasped my thighs together tightly but it didn't take the shame and guilt I felt away. I wasn't wearing an underwear. It was just the dress and shawl which I am convinced has fallen off.