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The Witch's Devious Attraction

[Mature content, R18, no rape] "Who has done this to you?" Azel asked softly, his jaw tightly clenched as he stared into her teary, bright amber eyes, his fingers itching to caress her cheek. "Tell me," he whispered, "and I will sever his head and present it to you upon a platter of gold..." *** Her birth alone left her mother in a terribly weakened state... Adelia, the only daughter and child of the Veldon house, was… strange. Neither her birth mother nor her beloved father, nor even the witches posing as servants in the castle knew what she truly was. Adelia herself was clueless. She blamed herself for her mother's illness, and with each passing day, both grew worse—the affliction and her guilt. For her mother's sake and for hers as well, Adelia willingly enters into a ruthless deal, a path to salvation that was bound to lead to her demise, one that would deny her the experience of love. Still, she didn't care for the consequences and sacrifices, for the need to cure her mother was far greater… But fate, ever mocking her resolve, throws her onto the path of an insolent stranger, a man with the power to alter her desires... *** Obsidian armor. Strong. Ruthless. These three words defined a single knight, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard of him. Countless tales spoke of his exploits, yet his identity remained shrouded in mystery. Azel Latham, the embodiment of this figure, was known by none, for his face had never been seen in battle. With a single stroke, he could fell twenty warriors in an instant. Azel had many secrets. His presence was strange, his appearance even more peculiar. A mischievous and playful look on the outside but a shattered and enclosed heart within. …It would not remain frozen for long, however, for an amusing encounter with a captivating woman would leave him wanting more… **Cover art does not belong to me, credit to the artist!

Faechan · Fantasie
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Two Conditions

"Giving them out? To whom?" Azel echoed as he lifted his cup and took a sip of his earl grey tea.

Adelia pursed her lips, then she looked around briefly to make sure no one was paying any attention to their table. "I plan on going to the slums."

Azel choked and nearly spat out his tea. He gently placed his cup back on the table, swallowed and cleared his throat. He raised his brows. "...What?"

Adelia stared at him with furrowed brows, her expression worried. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Do you need water?"

Azel gently shook his head. "No, I'm fine." He assured her. "That aside, where did you say you wanted to go again?"

Adelia's eyes brightened. "The slums." She said confidently and he stiffened. "Initially I wanted to visit the black market or a brothel first but I changed my mind."

Azel's jaw slackened slightly as he watched her; of all the places in the city she could visit, she chose the worst three out of them all.