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The Villain's Dead Wife

As a kid, Grandma's stories were all about a lovesick maid and a prince, thwarted by a villain who never quit. But here I am, waking up in a princess gown that weighs a ton, with flaming red hair and eyes like bling-bling. Seriously, universe? Turns out, I'm Meredia Seraphine Valtoria, the forgettable princess of Dukedom Saltorra. The punchline? I'm already dead in this story, a ghostly cameo before it even starts! Thanks, fate. But no more Miss Nice Princess. Royalty? Nah. Impending doom? Not my scene. With the finesse of a startled squirrel, I'm hightailing it-from that pesky villain and this ridiculous plotline.

Flower_Ashesh · Fantasie
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96 Chs

Cold Waters, Warm Intentions

I gingerly approached the base of the waterfall, the cold mist swirling around me. As I reached out to touch the water, a jolt of icy shock raced through me, I yelped and quickly withdrew my hand, turning to Kairan with a dramatic flair.

"Are you out of your mind?" I exclaimed. "What kind of training is this? I don't want to freeze to death! I'm not going in there!"

Kairan, with an unsettling calmness, put his hands in his pockets and regarded me with nonchalant expression. "Very well. You don't have a choice anymore, Lady."

He strode toward me with a purpose that made my heart race.

Oh great, this is how I die, isn't it? I'm going to be frozen in place like an overgrown ice cube.

"Either you go under the waterfall yourself, or I'II take you there myself."

My eyes widened in panic. "No, no, Your Highness! Please, not like this!" I begged, taking a step backward.