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Oath of Being Temporally Yours

"Erhard." Her voice was bold like her fiery hair. "Who are you?!" The Saint of Water wasn't pleased. But Andromeda wasn't deterred. "I'm your future monarch. So I have kindly come to declare war on you~" "I will come to claim you and the crown, Erhard." "Lets play this game once more~" ---------------------------------------------- At the end of her life, Andromeda strikes a deal with the Deity of darkness to rewrite the chapters of her life. The story unfolds as Andromeda, the Saintess of the Sacred Flame, returns to her past with a mission: to exact revenge on those who orchestrated her downfall and make Erhard hers. Andromeda's obsessive love for Erhard, the fallen King of an enemy kingdom, despite her previous cruelty, unravels a tale of passion, forgiveness, and unexpected alliances in the face of the greatest dangers, cunning enemies, and even in the hands of fickle Deities. Will Andromeda and Erhard be able to unite, or will they be ripped apart by the hands of destiny and the Gods playing their own games? Join them on this journey of Love, Revenge, and Obsession. ----------------------- The story is on hiatus since I am trying to stockpile chapters.

Han_Sirang · Fantasi
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The Princess and The Northern Duke

After the morning feast, Dennis, Andromeda's loyal maid, took charge of preparing her for the outing planned by Queen Alexandria and Duchess Anastasia. The trio, consisting of Duchess Anastasia, Delphine, and Andromeda, donned casual yet elegant attire for the day. Flowy dresses adorned with soft pastel colors and floral prints were complemented by lovely hats, each uniquely adorned. Andromeda's hat, in particular, boasted a lilac ribbon.

Observing Andromeda's choice of color, Duchess Anastasia commented, "I never knew you liked violet, my dear." Delphine also looked her way.

With a knowing smile, Andromeda replied, "It's a recent discovery, Mother. But I find this color so comforting and nostalgic."

Her words carried a hidden meaning, a nod to the memories of her past life that had resurfaced not long ago.