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Heiress Of His Abyss: Unmasking The Beast

In the mystical realm of Werleria, The Sorcerer Kingdom, Sylteena Benedict, the "Cursed One," already receiving the worst side of life, is forced into a marriage with the enigmatic Prince Anthony — One who bears a dark secret that is the root of his ruthlessness. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of court politics and family feud, Sylteena discovers a beast in the forest who challenges everything she thought she knew about love and loyalty. Torn between the ruthless prince and the mysterious creature, Sylteena must choose her path and confront the true nature of her heart's desire. - "Where humanity and beasthood blur, love becomes a perilous puzzle." Extract: Anthony's hands closed around Sylteena's wrists, chaining her to the headboard. His intense gaze pierced at her as he whispered, "Escape is impossible, little one." His lips claimed hers in a possessive kiss, sending shivers down her spine. Her body was already too weak to struggle. • • • Despite his inhumane features, no one had ever handled her more delicately then a petal. As their kiss deepened, Sylteena's heart fluttered with a sense of longing and affection. She pressed against the soft cushion of the bed, feeling the powerful beat of his heart, matching her racing pulse. In that moment, she knew she was where she belonged, in the embrace of the one who had captured her heart — in the embrace of a real beast.

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14| Monster Princess III

Down in the remote village...

Sylteena's slender figure remained still and suited on the small wooden dining set in the center of the empty house.

With the wooden walls being her only company in the lonely house she was left to sit in, Sylteena was now in a fresh change of clothes, a simple commoner dress, with her body clean of the strange white goo she escaped the forest with.

Despite being alone in the house, which she assumed was the Village Head's house — seeing as it was the biggest amongst all others — Slyteena could still sense the unsettling, skin-crawling glares that pierced through the windows, emanating from the restless crowd of villagers milling about outside.

Her finger clutched to the fabric of her dress.

From the moment the villagers laid eyes on her, an invisible barrier formed between them, each person instinctively stepping back in disbelief, their faces a mix of horror and fascination; leaving her stranded on the ground despite her miserable appearance.

It was not until the village head came close and identified her as the princess that other villagers took her to a room in his hut and provided water to bathe herself.

But despite the forced hospitality due to her royal title, it changed nothing of the condensing judgment she received, feeling pure resentment and discrimination as if she was bearing a disease, near to plaguing the entire village.

Sylteena bit her lips as her eyes continued to watch the wooden surface before her, unsure of what else to do in the unsettling environment.

Their whispers, once soft and secretive, grew increasingly deafening, filling the air with a gnawing intensity that demanded attention.

"She really does look like the prophecy described," Sylteena's head turned in the direction of the window, spotting the figures of three girls.

"I can't believe she is in our village... This alone is an ominous omen!"

"What if she has already cursed our land?"

One shook her head. "My, the heavens shield us from her evil eye! Tsk! Why did she have to come here of all places?"

"I heard that the region of Later Duke Benedict suffered continuous catastrophes and woes after her birth! It was so bad, the entire economy ran down even after the Duke's death."

"Wait! Does that not make the entire Weleria cursed since she's married to the crown prince?"

"I heard... That the marriage was forced by the Phoenix."

"Is she trying to punish the royal family or what? And of all people, in fact... Does this mean our entire kingdom is doomed for sure?"

"Oh heavens... Isn't there some kind of precautionary spell to keep us protected?"

Sylteena's eyes slowly trailed back to the table before her, raising her hands to palm both her ears.

A tight twist in her chest made her breath shallow and ragged, causing her lips to gap as she took in deep breaths from the piercing pain springing inside her.

Her soul felt bartered by their words. No matter how many times she'd heard, she was nothing but an accursed walking omen, bound to everything vile and cruel; it still inflicted a different type of sting each time she heard it...

Especially from strangers who hadn't even known anything past her name, yet were all so bold in their claims of her cursed nature of bringing forth only calamities.

She pressed her ears tighter, feeling the sharp words pierce through.

Then a set of particular words played in her mind.

'Whenever you hear something that makes you feel bad... Just shut your eyes after closing your ears and hum the lullaby I sing for you every time you go to bed.'

'But, Papa? How does that work?...'

'Trust me, Darling. That lullaby was written by your mother before she passed. It works as a soothing hymn for any pain you feel in your chest... No matter how bad.'

Reeling back to reality with a saddened expression, Sylteena slowly lowered her head with her palms still blocking the poisonous voices outside as she shut her eyes and began to hum.

Feeling her chest still tightened with bottled suffering and struggle, the forced hum from her lips began to serve its purpose, even if momentary, as a faint sense of comfort, a certain warmth resonated in her heart.

The sudden swing of the wooden door and heavy footsteps caused Sylteena to immediately look up, sighting the village head step in before bowing at her.

Sylteena only stared before he raised his gaze to speak. "His Highness has come for you, My Princess."

Her brows quirked. Prince Antony... Came himself?

She slowly got up, her eyes still slightly wide. Her attention was then seized by the line of royal knights that strode in to bow at her. 

"Your Highness." They greeted her, causing a certain crawl to Sylteena's skin as she still wasn't accustomed to the title and treatment.

She gulped.

"His Highness awaits, Your Highness." Their heads raised.

Triggered by the fear of having to provoke the Prince by keeping him waiting, Sylteena immediately nodded before stepping forward and out of the house.

As she walked through the dirt path between the village, her eyes locked on the convoy of carriages by the main path. The village head, along with the villagers, trailed behind as if to make sure Sylteena carried every trace of herself to leave in those carriages.

On reaching the carriage in the middle, just before a guard could open the door for her, Sylteena suddenly turned to face the Village Head.

The crowd of villagers backed away almost immediately as if she was about to attack, clutching to one another with horrified eyes.

Again, the sting returned as Slyteena lowered her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as she braced herself to speak. She parted her lips to say, "Thank you for your hospitality..."

She lowered her head to a bow, taking the population by surprise as they only watched her in silence.

The Village Head then said with a strained smile, "I- It's our duty, Your Highness... Please do not thank us."

Just before Sylteena could raise her head with a smile, she heard a mumble from within the crowd.

"Just go already..."

Sylteena's body stiffened.

"We don't need your thanks..." Another uttered.

"... Just leave us without cursing us."

She slowly raised her head to sight the hateful glares beaming at her figure like an engorged parasite feasting on their peace and harmony.

Her lips forced into a light smile before turning back to the carriage that was opened for her and stepping in.

As the door shut, the Knights boarded theirs and left in a single file, away from the village area, having the eyes of the villagers still following their motion until they disappeared downhill.