The Masked prince
"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
Beautiful Sky
"Do you not like Zamorin?"
Regan could only conclude this seeing how unwilling she had been to stay there even for a night.
Evelyn stiffened at the question. She was silent for some time. Just when Regan thought that she didn't wish to answer this question so he should let it slide, he heard her say
"Yes."
She didn't like that place. In fact, she despised it. It filled her heart with tremendous fear….the only thing she could feel at that place.
Regan didn't ask anymore.
Evelyn didn't know if it was her illusion but when the prince suddenly tightened his hold over her hand and then loosen it the next moment, she wondered if it was a squeeze to provide her some comfort.
But whatever it was, it did provide her comfort.
Slowly, she forgot whatever she was thinking about Zamorin.
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They reached the military tents in almost two hours.
Elias was indeed waiting for them. Though he was not worried, he wanted to wait for his master.