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Sustaining the King's Life

COMPLETED. (WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.) ** On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. "Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy." To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed: A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead... and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

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"Nobles have a handful of difficult ways when socializing with one another," Lovellia says, holding a pointing stick. "Unlike commoners, reputation is equivalent to their lives and future generations. A tarnish in the reputation can mean being stripped from a noble's corresponding rank, or in worse case scenarios, death."

Faustina nodded, noting everything in her journal.

"The most common way of interacting with others in a noble's circle is to attend a ball. A ball can be trivial on the surface but it is one of the most important events one must showcase herself; especially the debutantes, or the coming-of-age of noble children. That is at the age of eighteen."

"In your case, you haven't had your own debutante, correct?"

"Y-yes."

"Pardon me," Lovellia says, and then smiled. "I shan't be too inquisitive. I apologize."

"No, i-it's okay," Faustina replies.