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
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"Keep practicing."
Regan said only these two words before he walked towards Evelyn. As he walked towards her, his eyes never left her face. Seeing that she was wearing only a dress, he frowned deeply.
However, from Evelyn's behind, he saw her friends walking toward her. The frown on his forehead was less deep when he saw them covering her body with the shawl.
It was good that these girls were there to take care of her. Otherwise this girl…she doesn't even think about her health.
Regan thought as his lips were pressed in a thin line.
When he was standing in front of her, there was no expression on his face though inside his mind, there were a lot of things which were going on.
"Is there something the matter?"
He asked calmly. However, while asking this he didn't look at Evelyn but looked at the three girls standing behind him.
Evelyn felt cold all over her body when she saw this kind of behaviour.
"It is me. I wanted to talk to Your Highness."