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Stolen by the Rebel King

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

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A Watery Situation

Atticus and Jonah bumped into Daphne as she emerged from the rooms, her hair hastily pinned into a bun with one hairpin slid inside it. She was in the midst of changing her gown and hairstyle for the ball when Sirona interrupted her with the news. Maisie had no choice but to give her the simplest hairstyle before her queen all but dashed back out, gown change all but forgotten. 

"What do you think happened?" Atticus asked grimly.

"Could be something, could be nothing," Daphne said hopefully, even though deep down, she knew otherwise. 

When the word 'water' was mentioned, Daphne had a feeling Cordelia was involved. Her heart sank to her shoes. She knew Cordelia would never do something mean-spirited or vile and ruin her wedding day, not when she had spared so much effort to make it in the first place, which meant that someone had pushed her buttons so expertly that she felt that she had no choice but to lash out!