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Mistress of Fire

In the world of dragons, werewolves, mages and magic, Ophelia is a slave in the kingdom of Eravia. She was a royal entertainer, until a catastrophe in the palace happened. In the middle of life and death situation, something magical happened to her. She discovered she actually can manipulate fire and has a dragon spirit within her soul. She managed to escape and later on found herself in another kingdom. As she discovers a new path with the goal to know her real identity, she unconsciously entangles her life with a powerful prince, and later on made a deal with him to be his temporary royal bride.

RileyRewis · Fantasie
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Scent of victory

I hissed and we stopped our little talk when we arrived in front of a door.

"He is inside, my lord," the Madame said sweetly that it gave me goosebumps. I swear, if I was the one who had an ability like that, I'd rather be the most ordinary person among all kinds. Sure it's good to charm people at times like this, but the downside is that, it's so creepy. Like what if there are people who will really get crazy over you and they'd stalk you around wherever you go?

'Prince Evan probably has a solution that,' Raja answered.

Hm... that could be right.

Demitri knocked the door. Not so long, we heard a baritone voice from inside.

"Must be the drinks. Come in."

Without a word, Demitri opened the door and entered the room while still holding me. There were two persons inside. A middle aged man with a patch in the right eye and a woman who looked like a prostitute.