The Masked prince
"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
Evelyn Shows Laurel Her Place
When Laurel had heard Lady Irwin's words that the banquet was to be organized in a week, she was gloating…gloating at Evelyn's misfortunes.
She was sure that Evelyn won't be able to learn everything in a week. At least in learning the dance moves, she would take a whole month or more could also be expected.
And the dance was an important part of the banquet. The banquet was always incomplete if the prince didn't dance with his newly wedded wife or his intended.
Hence, she had already imagined how Evelyn would stand in a corner roof of the banquet hall while Regan would dance with someone else.
She had even imagined who that someone else, in particular, will be.
However, all her imagination was shattered by the evening came.
Looking at Evelyn who was dancing so elegantly with Lady Bennett, Laurel twisted her handkerchief in disbelief, anger, and resentment.