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
Regan Likes To Pat Evelyn
Regan walked to the corner of his tent and opened a huge box that was made of iron. From inside the box, he took out a beautiful fur coat and then walked to Evelyn with it in his hands.
"Here, wear it and remove that."
He said as he looked at the coat she was wearing.
The coat she was wearing actually didn't have any fur left on it. It could be seen that it had been worn many times to reach such a state.
If Evelyn had heard Regan's thoughts, she would have argued with him. She liked the coat she was wearing very much. Yes, It was old but ask a girl like her who had never worn a fur coat in her whole life. To her, it was simply a treasure.
Actually, Regan had made all the arrangements when he had decided to bring her here. He knew that it would be cold on the border so he asked the tailor to prepare fur coats for her.