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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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Through the Shield

It's been a hell of a day. The cursed black pattern has spreading again, just like before. Today, Alfareezel tried to take over tried to break free. But something stopped him. Some force I can't yet identify. These attacks are going to get worse, more painful. And nothing can ease it.

But something else is gnawing at me. How did Meredia break through my shield?

I stood up from the bathtub, wrapping the robe around myself, muscles tense with lingering frustration. As I did, her face flashed in my mind- those wide golden eyes, flushed cheeks, the way her breath caught when she saw me. Why the hell am I thinking about this?