A runaway maiden finds herself entangled in a tale of horror when she saves the Bride of a prince from a Haunted Castle. --- WARNING: HEAVY SUPERNATURAL ELEMENTS, GORE, DISTURBING THEMES, SLOW-BURN ROMANCE, RICH-IN-STORY NOVEL! I hope you like this story. If you wish, please support this tale by voting, rating, and commenting. Your feedback on typos or bad grammar is welcomed and appreciated.
The Second Prince was leaning on Prince Gutard's back as they rode, when the last rays of sunlight left the sky and the bluish light fell on the group. Alexa just felt the familiar pull, and scaredly called,
"Alexander!" before she felt herself falling too far, into her actual body again.
It took the maiden a while to remember why there was a wood plank so close to her face. Of course, she was in 'her' coffin. However, Alexa felt the floor swinging rhythmically beneath her, and the watery sounds were also familiar to her,
'Isn't there a moment when I wake up in my body, that isn't strange?' she sighed, remembering that her problems never seemed to end. 'Why the hell am I on a boat again? Or am I wandering in the sea like Danae, locked in a coffin?'
But she wouldn't have all the patience of the hero's mother, and she started to knock on the coffin lid!