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The Hawk and The Flamebound: Breaking Dawn

In the world of winged creatures, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg,” was born a humble sparrow. With her crew members, she ferried spices and goods across the kingdom, living a peaceful life away from the talons of larger predators. However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received the order to escort the sun-scorched Dusthaven king, Eros La Velle, back to his kingdom, who arrived in Everdale to attend the Crown Prince’s wedding. …………………………….. "Do you know what the most serious of all your offenses is, little birdie?" Mirabella gulped. “I... I burnt your book,” she admitted hesitantly. After all, that book held significant information and she had burnt it accidentally. Eros only stared at her, blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a slow smirk. “You shouldn’t have stolen that day,” he whispered hoarsely. Hearing this, Mirabella gritted her teeth. It was just a small flower. She had picked it on impulse because it was so beautiful. But who knew she would be caught in the hands of this hawk king? “My majesty, I have fanned you for two weeks at night to dissolve that crime,” she said angrily. Eros chuckled and stepped closer, crowding her space like a predator closing in on its prey. He lifted his hand, fingers caressing along her jaw until he cupped her cheek in his entire palm. “No,” he murmured, “You stole something far more precious than a flower.” his voice a low caress. Mirabella’s eyes widened. She did? Eros leaned down, his lips grazed her ear as he delivered the final blow. “The heart I kept locked away…” “You stole it, little birdie.” [SLOW BURN]

Buvi_Sailor · Fantasy
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143 Chs
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Evils of Nobles

"So I told my mother to dismiss her and appoint a new governess," Elvessa continued with a smile.

But the truth was far from the pleasant picture she painted.

Her previous governess had been a young, beautiful woman, only a few years older than her, yet well-educated and refined. Though born a commoner, her demeanor and manners far exceeded those of many nobles.

Elvessa remembered vividly one soiree hosted by the Mordred family where she had attended with her governess. To her astonishment and fury, the young master of the Mordred family had taken a liking to her governess and had expressed his wish to court her.

How could he do that? She fumed at the memory. I am the lark, the cousin of the king of Dusthaven, and the daughter of a viscount! And yet that man had the audacity to court my governess?