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CURSED ROMANCE

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.

Moon_light16 · Fantasie
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At Long Last

Servyn and Cesarean arrived at Westerly Isle by the dark noon, almost nearing twilight. 

Cesarean had suggested they go to the Royal Castle but Servyn brushed pass the notion, countering it with a notion of his own.

"Scretz Kendoire will not hold a captive in his Castle of pride, more so of a human." 

"You have a point, knowing how deep his hatred for the human race goes, I hope he has not done anything to her yet." 

The mere mention of it got his blood boiling, his hand clenched tightly on the reins of his strong horse.

Like that, the fastened their paces towards the not-so-hidden secret layout of the outrageous Demon King.

In no time, they arrived and three guards placated the entrance in loyal duty. Guarding it like their soul was in there.

But that did not flicker their resolve, they rode in steady pace towards the entrance and as though the guards had sensed danger, their hands held on to the hilt of their swords.