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Stolen by the Rebel King

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)

saltedpepper · Fantasie
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A Life or Two I

[TW: Miscarriage]

"Daphne!" Nereus and Zephyr both screamed as they lunged for her, trying to pull her up, but it was too late. 

The damage had been done. 

Daphne tried to get up, but she felt a sharp pain in her belly, causing her to let out a helpless wheeze of pain. She tried to catch her breath, her hands wrapped protectively around her stomach.

"It hurts…" She groaned out weakly, her vision blurring with pain. 

She felt something wet flow out between her legs, and panic grew inside her. Surely it could not be blood. It must not be. Suddenly she wanted her husband with her for support. Atticus would know how to fix things― Atticus was powerful, and he could do anything. 

"Atticus… where is Atticus?" Daphne asked weakly, gripping Zephyr's arms as tightly as she could with her fingers. 

Zephyr could only give her a helpless glance in response. Daphne knew full well he was out in the mines, and it would take hours for him to return.