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Crescent Crown: Quest of Love

'I will find you in any lifetime.' –––– Her silvery moon-locks were in delicate braids to reveal her fresh, radiant face. Her bright icy blue eyes watched everyone and everything fondly, sinlessly. She was a beauty that calms the nervous heart. That’s what everyone remembers of Princess Alora Linwood Roosevelt. Then who is the one who returned to the palace in the name of the princess? She had fiery long hair that looked like the flames of hell and her eyes were like a ball of fire that could reduce one to ashes. She looked like an evil witch they heard of. How could it not create chaos in the nation? She became prey to the royals and their politics, the nobles, and their influence, and commoners and their protest with her life on the line. Will she challenge the centuries-old tradition and find her love? Or will she lose her life? –––– P.S: Slow Burn, Slow Romance. This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin

Munchkin_2 · Fantasi
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232 Chs

The Impossible

At the main palace,

Lothar was feeding morning meals to Orla when there were soft knocks on the door. The couple looked at the door to see Arihan standing in an upright position and bowing his head.

His skin had a honey glow after spending many days under the sun. The harsh days and insufficient facilities at the border hadn't affected him a bit. He looked cold and dispassionate.

Orla nodded in response to Arihan while Lothar ignored Arihan and fed Orla, leaving her speechless.

Arihan wasn't there to report to Orla about the Anka and Zand issue at the border. Eugenie and Zander had taken over their work and his father James Darwin had reported as a minister of the military. Arihan was just dropping a visit.

Before he had left for the borders, he had noticed Orla's significant deterioration of her health. He hadn't expected to see Orla so frail. It still felt like yesterday when she was commanding and controlling people.