"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
Evelyn didn't shed a single tear after being beaten so badly by Raphael but now her eyes were suddenly glossy and her chin quivered as she spoke
"What is someone's fault if he is born poor or he is not strong enough to save himself from becoming a slave, Your Majesty?"
"I have never seen a day in my life where I was not beaten and given even two time of meals since I became a slave. You people see us as some kind of pest yet you people are unable to do anything without the people like us. When you wish to vent your anger, you beat us, when you wish to starve us, you do so…and when you want to have some fun, you throw us alive inside an arena with forty lions who were left hungry for weeks."
Evelyn paused remembering the day when she had stepped inside the arena.
The horrors of that night when she was inside dungeons alone with Raphael also flashed in front of Evelyn's eyes.
"That night…before the prince came to save me….Raphael…"