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The Ice Queen, the Engineer and the Vampire Prince

In the frozen depths of Queen Eleanor's beleaguered kingdom Eldoria, ice shards glisten like broken dreams amidst the endless winter. Meanwhile, in Vampire Prince Vincent's domain, the ceaseless whirring of machines drowns out all hope. But an ancient prophecy, etched in blood and arcane runes, inexorably binds their fates together. As they each dare to dream of technological marvels that could thaw the endless night, a malevolent force stirs - an insidious enemy poised to devour all they cherish. Bitter rivalry must give way to uneasy alliance as Eleanor and Vincent are forced to unite against the encroaching peril. Betrayals like viper's strikes lash out from the shadows they once called friends. In this crucible of fire and ice, the two leaders must face the demons that lurk in their own shattered souls. Will their bond transcend the boundaries of flesh and steel? Or will mistrust splinter the last vestige of light in their dying realms? Vincent becomes insanely jealous when Eleanor turns twenty-one and does not accept his love proposal. He launches a relentless personal war against her and the palace because she can now rule Eldoria entirely on her own. He has lost his chance at expanding his principality. Eleanor is elated that she reached this milestone unmarried. She bravely defends herself and the palace against Vincent's attacks as he sends out monsterlike fighters to attack Eleanor's realm and coronation. Aided by her friend Shane, a genius engineer whose brilliance burns as fierce as his loyalty, Eleanor must summon a fierce ferocity to safeguard her people. Vincent has to face the fact that he may never unite the two kingdoms, though. Will Eleanor ever accept him as her partner? Can he beat Shane’s ingenuity and loyalty, ever?

Charlotte P Lambert · Sci-fi
Not enough ratings
83 Chs

Eleanor and Shane’s workshop speculation

A rhythmic clanking of gears and the soft hiss of steam filled the air as Queen Eleanor stood hunched over a workbench in her private workshop. The formal attire from the luncheon had been replaced by sturdy work clothes, her hair tied back in a practical bun.

As she tinkered with a complex mechanism, the door creaked open behind her.

"I thought I'd find you here," came a familiar voice.

Eleanor looked up, a small smile breaking through her concentrated frown. "Shane," she greeted warmly. "Come in. I could use a fresh pair of eyes on this contraption."

Shane entered. His unruly dark hair and intelligent eyes looked refreshing after the formal appearance of her dinner guests earlier that day. He strode into the workshop with a broad smile on his face. His clothes were similarly practical, while he carried a briefcase in his hand. He was always ready for an opportunity to test any kind machine. So, he might be carrying tools or electronics in the briefcase.