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SILVER-HAIRED

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] He's cold, He's unspoken, He's powerful, He's a beauty identical to that of a god, His walls are up, And he's... something else. ~ Sylvia, a Silver-Haired destined for greatness, finds herself thrust into the heart of the Empire's machinations when her father's life hangs in the balance. In the hands of a man known as the most powerful warlock, she discovers a world of intrigue and desire she never knew existed. Cold and unspoken, yet possessing a beauty akin to that of a god, the enigmatic warlock holds Sylvia captive not only with his power but with the mysteries that surround him. As their paths intertwine in an arranged marriage, Sylvia is swept into a whirlwind of passion and danger, where the flames of desire threaten to consume them both. But beneath the warlock's icy exterior lies a heart yearning for something more, and Sylvia may hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his past. Will they succumb to the forces that seek to tear them apart, or will love conquer all in the face of darkness? Join Sylvia and the mysterious warlock on a journey of discovery and redemption in this captivating tale of magic, betrayal, and the power of love. ------- This is the First Installation of the Silver Saga but can be read as a Standalone. Book One: SILVER-HAIRED Book Two: SILVER-HEART Book Three: SILVER-HEX ------- Cover is mine.

Dy_zamite · Fantasie
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223 Chs

Riding Day

I groaned, opening my eyes, and hearing the door barge open.

"Good morning my lady" I heard Olivia say, she zapped open the curtains.

I groaned as the sunlight got to my eyes.

"Is it morning already?" I whined like a child lying back down, my body still hurt from all the horse riding lessons Mother made me engage so that I would be perfect.

"Yes my Lady and today is the event, I should get you ready before Madam scolds me"

I growled covering my face with the covers.

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Bathed, I was now in my dressing room, getting my riding habit on, Fayette has really done such a beautiful job, I could see why she was famous.

My riding habit consists of a dark yellow tailored jacket with a long skirt, the color looked almost honey and I loved it, along with a necktie, white.

A hat also, a small portable one, the same color as my dress, my silver hair packed in a bun, but surely my bangs fell on my forehead hair like it usually does.