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Valerian Empire

A dark time when the creatures of shadow descended unto the tranquil human lands, making their existence known. A time followed when empires were led by humanity's conspiracy and betrayal, a time filled with hatred, but unbeknownst to the humans, they were only mere puppets, pawns of greater beings of darkness, entities with the power to crush anything and everything in their way. What happens when a small human girl catches the eye of one of these so-called greater beings, a pureblooded Lord? Can an ant such as her survive the political strifes and fearsome feuds between the lands and the monsters that control them. For those who fear vampires, ghosts and the unknown, I offer two words of advice… Tread lightly. -------- "Why should I avoid him? He was a perfect gentleman, a good man," Katherine Welcher argued in his defense. "Good or not, neither matter," Alexander Delcrov warned her, "As long as you're under my wing, you shall behave and listen to my words. Do not let any man kiss you, Katherine. I don’t want others to call you improper." "There was nothing improper about it! And I'm not yours to obey," she blurted out in annoyance, feeling her face flush with embarrassment for the second time this evening, "I mean, you can't order me aro—-" "So disobedient," he stated with nonchalance before moving his hand from her waist to her back, pulling her closer to him as they danced. His breath tickled her nape. "So you’ll only listen if you are mine?"

ash_knight17 · Fantasie
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The maker- Part 3

She had seen women wearing beautiful dresses but this dress was something she hadn't seen before. It made her wonder at Mrs. Hick's words if the man had made the dresses using cursed fabrics. She went to the mannequin that stood tall with the liquid blue like dress and she went to touch it.

"Welcome to the store."

Turning behind she was greeted by a short man, his grey greasy hair accompanying the color of his eyes.

"You must be Mr. Weaver. We would like to see the dresses you have," Elliot stated sizing up the man with his calculative eyes as he spoke.

"And for whom would that be?" the man asked and Elliot turned towards Katie, "Please, sit down and I'll show things you might like," he said, waving his hand towards the wooden stool.

Elliot went through the dresses that had been stacked in a corner while Katie sat down on the stool.