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Falling For A Beast

When the future of her people becomes so uncertain, the only way seen by her parents to ensure that their people are safe and kept from the aftermath of the past war is for Elinor, their daughter, to be given off in marriage. Elinor is the princess of a small kingdom called Pedron. When faced with the idea of marrying an Emperor of whom she has only heard evil tales, she tries to run away. But the plan fails and she has to come face to face with her new reality. Become the Emperor’s betrothed. Time passes by and she soon realizes that not all tales are true, not all demons should burn in hell and some beasts are worth falling in love with. However, darker secrets eventually emerge, threatening to ruin the peaceful life she and Fenrir are starting to build together. Can their love overcome a curse that dates back centuries? — “You’re a mystery, Emperor. I find you hard to figure out.” He smiled a little. “I never intended to be a brain teaser, Lady Elinor.” “You don’t intend to be, but you are,” I said, my eyes never leaving him. “One may think that they know all that there is to be known about you. One may expect you to do one thing, and then you go ahead and defy their thinking so that it’s obvious that no one really knows you at all. Then I guess it becomes safe to ask, who then is Emperor Fenrir and what is his true nature?” I thought I had overstepped my boundaries by saying the things I said, for he watched me yet again with eyes so intense that I found myself falling deep within them, scared of my fall. But he defied expectations yet again. He reached over and took my hand. “What happens when you realise that what you seek could be the end of you?”

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Chapter Seventeen – Prince Alucard

Elinor's POV

I didn't know how to reply to him, and something told me he wasn't exactly seeking a reply, but I suppose he was alert when it came to my reaction because his expression grew full of compassion when he released my hand and ran a hand down my hair.

"You should check the stew," he said softly and let me go to tend the chicken we had decided to roast.

I looked at him, thinking over and over in my head about how he could give death glares one moment and look at me as compassionately as he had the very next.

He was truly a man of many contradictions, and yet I wasn't weary of knowing more.

He put out the fire of the stove only to stop in front of me, while I still watched him.

"Is something wrong, Elinor?"

I instantly wanted to reply that there was. How could there not be?

When I wanted so badly to understand him, but every time I felt like I was close to fully understanding him, something else happened that made me question what I perceived.