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The Unwanted Prince

A woman runs, holding onto her torso as she keeps glancing behind her. Tears spilling from her already wet cheeks. She catches her breath and screams as the hurt in her chest tore her up internally. "Why... why?!" She cries as her clenched fist hits her broken heart. Her lover tried to drug her, thinking of ridding her of their unborn baby. She was hurt. She felt betrayed. She grew to hate him with all of her being. Still, memories of the love they shared still plagued her. How could she possibly still trust him? And yet, despite her anxiousness, she still held onto a small scale sliver of hope. All she could do now, was to leave him and keep their child safe. *** 16 years passed and there stood a young boy with silver hair and bright amethyst coloured eyes. He smiles at the horizon, staring at the capital city of the country of Enoch. Finally, he was old enough to venture out into the great city. Said to be the largest and most prosperous of the kingdom. He holds firmly onto the hope of an exciting journey as he kissed his mother goodbye. Thinking of all the warning she gave him before his journey could begin. Once in the city, his life changed forever and his perilous struggles began. *** Contains sexual implications and fantasy violence which may be disturbing for some readers. Do take note. Follow me on IG for story updates and sneak peeks! IG: random_stories_by_a_bored_girl Image of boy extracted from:

Nicole_99 · Fantasie
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109 Chs

Arthur

The sun shone brightly, yet the dense foliage provided a natural canopy to filter most of the light that met the forest bed. Mikhail groans as he slowly pushes himself up.

He glances around, touching the fine tree. It's slender bark made him puzzled by such a strange tree that he did not notice someone closing in behind him.

"Who are you?"

"Hieek!" Mikhail gasped, stumbling and falling onto his back as the light temporarily blinded him of the person's face.

The person lowered themselves, the light whiff of flower catching his attention. Mikhail sits up instantaneously, his hand catching the person's wrist as he took a deep breath before raising his gaze.

Amethyst eyes and light brown hair. He quickly loosens his grip as tears slips down his cheeks. His hands begun to shake as he hesitantly reaches to touch her face.

"M-mother..."

"... Mikhail." Diane sighed as her hand touched his cheek.