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.
It was him. Narses.
Her beloved and closest brother, which she believed dead. In her heart, she had recognized his gestures and the way he walked, and now, she could see his face again.
His eyes were no longer the same, however, and Lex saw in them more than shock and suspicion,
"Who are you?" Narses asked.
They heard footsteps approaching, and their attention was turned to the people coming in that direction, with torches. Lex took a breath, incredulous that her own brother wasn't recognizing her. Then the younger Dallassenos remembered that she was in the body of the Second Prince. As similar as they were, there were differences, and Narses seemed to be aware of them.
"Don't you know who I am?"
His gaze dropped to Narses' hand, which rested on a dagger half hidden by the cloak. Lex also saw something else that shocked her: Narses wore a white robe, characteristic of ecclesiastical order. Lex's eyes widened,