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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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Temptation in The Tower

I stepped out of the carriage, and Kirill was there to greet me with his hand extended. His infectious smile, coupled with his striking brown hair and blue eyes, made him look like he'd just walked out of a heroic balled. I look his hand and got down from the carriage, my eyes immediately drawn to the imposing palace. It was a vast, white structure with towering spires, and a single narrow window at the very top.

Seriously? What's with the lack of windows? Is this a fortress or a giant, fancy tomb?

The palace was surrounded by a dense forest with a single winding path cutting through it.

Ah, the ominous forest. I just hope Shadow doesn't come bounding out at me like a furry cannonball. Last time, she nearly knocked me over with her enthusiastic affection.