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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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Entwined in Embers

I watched in horror as kairan's body convulsed, the golden light from his markings intensifying, flickering like flames. Desperation clawed at me. My mind screamed for a solution, but all I could think of was getting to him. My feet moved of their own accord as I tried to reach him, but the invisible shield surrounding him struck me like a powerful gust of wind, sending me crashing into the corner of the room.

The impact jarred my entire body, but I barely felt the pain. All I could see was Kairan, writhing in agony, and I knew I had to try again. I scrambled to my feet, determination outweighing my fear, and hurled myself toward him. Again, the shield pushed me back, slamming me into the wall with brutal force.

I can't break it... I don't have any magic... but I have to reach him!