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The Third Daughter: Tale of Vengeance

All her life, Asha has been humiliated and derided by everyone around her for speaking her mind. She may be the wealthy daughter of a chief in Maribah but she's treated worse than an outcast for being brave. Her outspoken nature often lands her in trouble, but things take an even darker turn when she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Found guilty of a grave crime, she faces the ultimate punishment: losing her life. His only goal is to get his vengeance on the man who ordered his father’s death, married his mother, and condemned him to the life of a fugitive. But when a young damsel comes crying in his dreams, he knows he must save her or die trying. Their story of love, vengeance and fight for justice begins as they both become fugitives, running from a common enemy while their families suffer for their crimes. Is there any room for love in such a chaotic and dangerous life?

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Fiery Mistress! Troubling Dreams

Asha woke up to the soothing sound of crickets early in the morning, still shaken by a weird dream about Prince Denna. Glancing at her sisters peacefully snoozing, she sighed, feeling a bit envious of their undisturbed sleep. Despite the temptation to crawl back into bed, the morning atmosphere called out to her, so she threw on a hood and left the room quietly, leaving behind the warmth of her blanket. A voice in her head whispered about avoiding Prince Denna, but she brushed it off, stepping out into the day.

She reassured herself, "I'll be careful," excited to enjoy the beauty of the cloudy morning. But as she strolled, Asha spotted another person rushing through the streets, and curiosity got the better of her. Sneaking behind trees and houses in order not to be seen, she trailed the figure until she stumbled upon someone unexpected – Nemere.

 

"It is you, Mistress Asha, you scared!" Nemere almost cried out, clutching her racing chest. 

"Shhh, Nemere… we must be quiet so she wouldn't know we are trailing behind her. You are following her just like I am right?" 

Nemere nodded slowly because she was afraid Asha might suspect of frequently spying on the royals and nobles. 

"I don't normally do this but I was simply curious when I saw Prince Mayo's servant hurrying to Soma's house"

"You don't need to explain yourself. We must be quiet so we can see where they are headed and what they are up to and maybe we can finally expose them" Asha whispered, her little feet continuing in the same direction they had seen the feminine figure go. Soma! She should have known it was Soma! The prince obviously had eyes for her and Zeep was at home deceiving herself that she was about to have a happy marriage. 

"Pause!" Asha whispered urgently, darting into the corner of a nearby house as Soma abruptly turned, seemingly sensing someone trailing her.

"Check if she's still watching," Asha instructed Nemere, even though she was aware of the potential consequences for the girl if caught spying on royalty. "Do it quietly!" Asha remained pressed against the wall, eyes fixed on the Nemere.

When Nemere peeked discreetly, she discovered that Prince Denna and his friends were heading down the road instead of Soma. "I didn't see her. Prince Denna is coming this way!" she reported.

Hearing this, Asha swiftly picked up the pace, nearly running into a stranger's house out of fear. Fortunately, it was just their backyard, and she was lucky they were asleep, sparing her from being asked about why she was out so early, which might lead to them reporting to her father.

"He's getting close. Hopefully, he won't discover us here," Nemere breathed heavily. Despite her fear, she noticed a different kind of dread in Asha's eyes. Asha trembled visibly, her hands growing colder. In a bold move, Nemere took her hands.

"He can't hurt you here," she reassured, and Asha felt on the verge of tears. It was the kindest thing anyone had said to her since the traumatic incident with Denna.

Resisting the urge to cry outside and draw attention, Asha took a deep breath. "Soma and Prince Mayo are up to something. Despite the marriage announcement, they're continuing their secret affair. Zeep will suffer if she marries him, and we must prevent their marriage and ensure both the prince and Soma face disgrace."

Nemere nodded, and at that moment, they both agreed to expose Soma and Mayo, but not today

———-

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"You couldn't resist sending your guards after me, could you? Do you desire me that much? If you truly wanted me, why didn't you make your father choose me instead?" Soma questioned slowly, noticing the prince's sudden excitement in her presence.

"I did try," he defended.

"Clearly not enough!" Soma retorted, carrying herself as if she were a precious gem.

"It doesn't matter anymore. The king's words must be obeyed, but that doesn't mean I can't have you!" he declared.

"So, your plan is to keep me on the side, making me sneak around to see you when I could have my own man?" Soma asked, bitterness evident in her tone.

"You've ignited my soul just as I have ignited yours, and we won't be at peace until we've quenched that fire! You know it and you feel it bold maiden" His eyes burned with desire as he approached her, pulling her close and exploring her body with hungry hands. 

"Mayo, you don't mean to do this here! We could get caught. While you might escape with just a scolding from your father, the shame will haunt me forever, and no man will marry me!" She panted as he kissed her neck, her breasts, her arms, seemingly losing control. 

"Prince, are you even listening? I'm willing to be your mistress, but we shouldn't do it for the first time here. I want you to have me in your bed before Zeep gets that opportunity," she pleaded.

"My fiery mistress," Mayo grunted before passionately kissing her lips. "I can never get enough of you!"

———

She came again to see his dream begging to be saved from the kingdom of Maribah. Her beautiful eyes were damp with silent tears, and she mouthed, "Please hurry and save me. I need you."

Elim abruptly woke, disturbed by the recurring nightmares, only to find Ada with soft, small hands on his thighs in his bed.

"What are you doing here?" he barked, but she didn't flinch, continuing to run her hands over his body.

"Am I so hideous that my presence angers you?" Ada's tone heated as she rose gradually, turning her face away to elicit sympathy from Elim.

"No, not at all. You're very beautiful, but I can't do what you want."

"Why? Am I not as beautiful as the women you've been with?" She questioned, placing her finely curved legs on his well-carved ones. The electric sensation reminded him of his need for a woman, but he had to exercise self-control. The last time he ignored his better judgment for a woman, he found himself in a fight with five men, barely making it out alive.

"Your parents have been kind to me and I can't take advantage of that kindness by sleeping with their daughter." Elim said, lying down on his bed, pretending to be asleep. 

"But you are not taking it by force. I am offering myself to you! Can't you see that I won't rest until you make me feel alive. You don't understand what it feels like being all alone here with no prospect of meeting a young and refined man like you. When I saw you fight for my parents, I wanted you instantly. Please, don't turn away from me. Look" Ada insisted, throwing her wrapper open and placing Elim's hands on her soft body. He swallowed hard and opened his eyes in the dim room light by a lamp to see the beautiful woman who was willing offering herself. He never could understand why women were so attracted to him but he wasn't about to turn down such a beautiful woman. 

"I am yours for this night and any other you want!" Ada chanted as Elim swallowed hard and let her climb on top of him while they lost themselves in each other's body. As he watched her moan for him, he knew he was making a mistake but couldn't stop himself.