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
The Horrible Night (1)
Inside the dark cell, Evelyn leaned against the wall of the dungeons. Her face was pale and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Her throat was dry and her lips were parched.
She wanted some water.
It had been two days since she had been brought here and it had been four days since she had anything.
Before there was at least some water in the pot inside the cell. But since the pot was too small and already not fully filled, hence regardless of how much she tried to use it meticulously, it still got vacant last evening.
She felt so weak that she wondered if this time she would finally die here in this cell.
It was not the first time she was having this feeling. Every time in the past, she would be starved like this, she would wonder about this.
And now, what accompanied her were the wounds on her body.
As soon as they brought her here, a soldier came to interrogate her.