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Enchanting The Cruel Prince

A lowly slave finds herself at odds with the merciless crown prince, their fates dangerously entwined, and meant to separate only with her inevitable death by his hand. Sold to a brothel as a child, she wore the mask of insanity to escape the brutal clutches of life that awaited her, but it only brought her to another hell. She persisted, hoping to one day find her freedom and return to the ethereal valleys where she was born. All Alyssane desired was to find her home. One night of mystery and murder thrusts her into a dangerous game-shards of her memories are missing, she is accused of a fatal crime she could not escape, and her path entangles her with the cruel prince. She knows how things would end. But deceiving fates could be impossible when the man supposed to end her life is both her captive and her savior, when he is cold and menacing yet so easily mesmerizes her with his sweet nothings. His sins are known far wide and are darker than any nightmares plaguing her mind. She knows their fates together would entangle in a brutal mess, though it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering like a caged bird whenever he is near. And he’s always near. Stirring a heat inside no forbidden thing ever should. In a world where love is a treacherous game, and vicious schemes are whispered behind every shadow, Alyssane must use every ounce of her charm and cunning to survive, even if it means enchanting the cruel prince out for her blood. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The crown prince's fingers trailed down her back, a slow, deliberate path that sent a shiver, half fear half something she did not dare name, through Alyssane. His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. “What are you hiding?” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as she defiantly met his eyes, “Maybe I don’t you to find out.” A sly smile curled over his lips and he leaned in, his warmth flooded her heart with mixed emotions, in contrast to the coldness of his eyes with a thinly veiled threat, “Are you sure?” "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a dark promise. “Everything.”

Alancaster · Fantasie
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55 Chs

Final Wishes

Alyssane closed her eyes, and a heavy strangled sigh escaped her lips.

She felt torn and suffocated.

Gold and silver coins cascaded down from overflowing chests, there were numerous jewels, gems, and treasures that went beyond her wildest imagination.

'What did you do, Vernon?'

A cold dread settled in her heart, but closing her eyes was worse.

The darkness pressed in, drowning her deeper inside her wretched memories. Her small hands, clenched around the hilt of a dagger, felt useless against the weight of everything.

She was too young, forced to marry a man twice her age. He was vicious, they said, and they told her more things, how he was a wicked monster, how he would devour her on their wedding night, and do crueler things. He would be her death.

"Leave…" she whispered, but he only came closer.

And soon there was blood.

The dagger slipped from her fingers.