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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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Food from your plate

Contrary to Amarisse, Senara, who had already heard from the maids about the woman named Mirabella being appointed as the new king's favor bearer, didn't look as surprised as her sister.

She silently ate the food on her plate, but her gaze often landed on Mirabella with a calculating look. Mirabella could sense the prying eyes on her, but she didn't mind them and continued to focus on the food on her plate, which was proving much more difficult to handle than the stares of others.

The food from the morning was still undigested, and here she was again, faced with another mountain. She zeroed her gaze on the four little dunes of food she had separated on her plate, hoping they would magically disappear directly into her stomach. But to her dismay, no matter how much she stared, the quantity of food remained the same. Her eyes and stomach begged her to stand up from the chair and run.