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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

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Derrick's Plans

(A Day Later)

Regan walked to the Royal Chambers and the Royal Guards who were guarding the entrance bowed their heads when they saw him.

After getting permission from the king who was already waiting for Regan, the guards allowed Regan inside the chambers.

Stepping inside the chambers, Regan calmly walked to the front where he could see Derrick seated with a not so good expression on his face.

However, before saying anything, Derrick looked at his son for a few moments. He could count on his fingers the time he had seen him and the amount of time he had seen his son after he had returned.

His red eyes reminded him of the woman Derrick had loved dearly. Perhaps that's why even though he couldn't see even a speck of love and respect in Regan's eyes for himself, Derrick found himself giving in to him every time.

Or perhaps his heart knew somewhere that he had indeed wronged him.