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To Bewitch a Devil

What are the odds that Zavian, the son of the devil, would fall for the only woman whose destiny is to destroy him? In the beginning of time, war broke out between the fallen angels and the devil, and the devil was defeated and cast into the underworld. During the war, Zavian, the devil’s son, turned against his father and joined hands with the other demons to defeat him, which made the devil kill his son's wife as a punishment for betraying him. But 500 years later, there appeared a woman slave who looked exactly like his wife, and Zavian, who had longed for his dead wife, couldn’t help but get drawn to her. But the devil had other plans for his son. To return to earth his son has to die. Is the queen's doppelganger part of the devil's plans? Would Zavian fall right into his father’s trap or has fate got other plans for him? … Everyone stood before the king, the high and the low, with their heads bowed. This was the day they had waited for, for centuries. King Zavian was finally getting remarried. To strengthen the bond between the seven kingdoms of the earth, Zavian was to get married to one of the beautiful princesses standing in front of him. But his eyes were drawn to the lowly maid standing afar off. The witches had warned him about her, and he knew he shouldn’t be with her, but she was something he couldn't resist. The more he tried to run away from her, the more drawn he was to her. Even though everything in him screamed not to, Zavian stood up and walked past the princesses in front of him and to the maid; She was tiny in her dress, and her whole body trembled as he approached her, her eyes pinned to her feet, afraid to behold his face. He smiled as he held her face, tilting her head to look at him; ‘’Neera, will you be my queen?’’ And that was when all of hell broke loose... .... The novel is written by zhiruyi on webnovel.com.

zhiruyi · Fantasy
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The king has standards

Three days had come and gone, and what was left of what was supposed to be the most monumental wedding of the century, were only the decorations in the hall yet to be taken down.

Princess Zelda stood in the middle of the hall, the joy that had once painted its walls still reverberating. In the middle of the phantom sounds that surrounded her, she had found her heartbeat from that day, the way it had pounded when the King was to pick his bride, and the way she had come to accept her fate when the King had walked up to who she had thought would be Princess Kitana but was the maid instead.

And now, instead of a wedding, there was going to be a council meeting with the King.

Poor lady, Zelda thought of the maid. When the King pulled her out in front of everyone, she looked like a scared little mouse. The switch of the mood in the hall had been instantaneous, and after that, she didn't know whether to keep staying in the Castle or leave for her own.