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Crescent Crown: Quest of Love

'I will find you in any lifetime.' –––– Her silvery moon-locks were in delicate braids to reveal her fresh, radiant face. Her bright icy blue eyes watched everyone and everything fondly, sinlessly. She was a beauty that calms the nervous heart. That’s what everyone remembers of Princess Alora Linwood Roosevelt. Then who is the one who returned to the palace in the name of the princess? She had fiery long hair that looked like the flames of hell and her eyes were like a ball of fire that could reduce one to ashes. She looked like an evil witch they heard of. How could it not create chaos in the nation? She became prey to the royals and their politics, the nobles, and their influence, and commoners and their protest with her life on the line. Will she challenge the centuries-old tradition and find her love? Or will she lose her life? –––– P.S: Slow Burn, Slow Romance. This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin

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A Right One

In Agost's chamber,

The royal physicians took care of Agost's every wound. While doing so, they poured a magical solution on the crescent mark once they sent Cyrus away. If Agost had painted the crescent, it would wash off but the crescent stayed as if it was etched in his body below the skin. 

A junior physician pretended to be surprised while passing the herb paste to the chief physicians, "Prince Agost, from when do you have the crescent mark?"

Agost flinched when he felt his wound churn due to the application of medicine. Cyrus responded, bringing a white cotton gauge, "His Highness has the mark from his childhood." Hence he always thought Agost was returning to Anka for Princess Freya as Alora was said to be dead.

Agost wasn't answerable to the physicians so he ignored them and their conversation while sitting on the bed, waiting for his wounds to get treated.