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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

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Hints and suspicions

Duchess Flora glanced at the wig in her hand for a few seconds before she tilted her head down to look at the person on the floor. What greeted her was a head of Teutonic gold hair.

The person inside the sac was not Esme but a familiar face whom she had seen walking around in the castle. It was Rowan, Aleister's right-hand man. 

"'Why is it you?'' Duchess Flora asked, disbelief apparent in her voice. 

Rowan glanced at the woman with emotionless eyes but he could not hide the shock in his heart. Who could have known the gentle and elegant Duchess Flora was someone like this?

Alexander slumped in the bed, his body had turned numb by now. He was relieved the moment he saw Rowan. It looks like things were still in hand. Still in hand. He kept consoling himself in his mind as he lost consciousness.

"You calculated it wrong this time,'' The door opened and Aleister stepped inside followed by Esme who was pushing Duke Maverick's wheelchair.