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Bride of a Dragon

{Mature Content} ...”I told you once that only two things will have me - you and death”... In a world where dragons were worshipped and witches were hunted and killed for revolting against the throne, Levina, a green-eyed witch, has lived her whole life running away from the dragons and hiding her secret. But what happens when Levina falls in love with the only person she is forbidden to love_ The Crown Prince and heir to the throne of Arvenia. She tries to keep her secret from him, to remain at his side, but what happens when Lucien finds out that the woman he had cherished with his whole being is a witch? Will Lucien turn his back on his people and be with her, or will he be forced to kill the woman he loves with his own hands? ... Excerpt "My lord, she's here..." Lucien's gaze remained fixed on the window as if seeing it for the first time. He heard her light footsteps draw nearer. Those footsteps had become etched in his memory. In the past, he would turn around with a smile when he heard them, but this time, he did not want to. "Lucien..." her somber little voice spoke, and they bore a crackle as though she had been crying. He turned around, and as he had thought, her eyes glistened with tears. "Lucien..." she called again, and he gritted his teeth, purposefully looking away. If he continued to look at her, he was not sure he could stop himself from running to her. "Is it true?" The question had bogged him all night, and he wished, so desperately that it was a lie, that she was not what they said she was. That she was just his Lev. Silence filled the air, and he met her gaze. Tears streamed down her face, but still, she did not answer his question, but instead she smiled; "I love you, Lucien."

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Found Lucien

When Barca returns and finds his king dead, he will surely come after her, and she will stand no chance against the giant.

Under the blanket of the dark night sky, Levina continued running. She ran until her heels hurt and her breath turned into a strained wheezing sound. She still pushed forward, occasionally looking back for signs of Barca. He must have returned by now and must be in pursuit.

She could barely remember the way they came. But she kept her eyes peeled for any sign of water that would be her pointer back to the streamlet and ultimately her way back to the camp. Back to Lucien.

She wondered what he was doing. Was he safe? Was he hurt? She could not wait to tell him that the king of the Valorians was dead. That she killed him.