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The Villain's Dead Wife

As a kid, Grandma's stories were all about a lovesick maid and a prince, thwarted by a villain who never quit. But here I am, waking up in a princess gown that weighs a ton, with flaming red hair and eyes like bling-bling. Seriously, universe? Turns out, I'm Meredia Seraphine Valtoria, the forgettable princess of Dukedom Saltorra. The punchline? I'm already dead in this story, a ghostly cameo before it even starts! Thanks, fate. But no more Miss Nice Princess. Royalty? Nah. Impending doom? Not my scene. With the finesse of a startled squirrel, I'm hightailing it-from that pesky villain and this ridiculous plotline.

Flower_Ashesh · Fantaisie
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A Royal Absence

I tossed and turned in my bed, the bandages on my hands itching more than a few mosquito bits. I tried to ignore them, but they seemed to have a life of their own, wrapping me in their constant reminder of the day's chaos.

I glanced toward the balcony.

Why hasn't Kairan shown up yet?

I knew he had some grand purpose for me- probably a royal decree or some world- saving mission. But could he at least make and effort to check on me? It's not like I'm asking for a parade or anything. A simple "Hey, are you okay?" would suffice.

Instead, I was left to stew in my frustration wondering why the guy who's always so stoic and mysterious couldn't find a minute to show some concern. I mean, come on! It's not like I've had a peaceful day or anything.