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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?

Auroraaa · Fantaisie
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I am expecting

But her gaze landed on the canvas that portrayed a beautiful woman.

Esme was not unfamiliar with the face for some reason. 

It seemed like she had seen it somewhere before.

As she looked at the painting, Esme realized that if she had to guess, then she would think that the woman in the painting was none other than her mother whose paintings she had seen in the Reis Castle when she was young. 

Esme looked at the painting a little longer before looking around. Her gaze shifted to the letters strewn across the bed.

There were very few of them, nowhere near to the number of letters exchanged between a pair of lovers.

Her feet moved on their own till she found herself sitting on the bed and holding a letter in her hand. 

'Zeph, 

It has been a month since we last met. I promised to meet you near the northern forest border but my duties have been holding me up.