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Conquering His Cold Heart

Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18. For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster: King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom. The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human. Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart. Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well. *** [Excerpt] “Cas-pian…” And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss. He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.” Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet. So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

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Writing a Letter

Everard was frantically tapping his foot on the floor as he sat in front of his desk to write a letter. He dipped his quill in the ink and placed it on top of the paper.

However, he couldn’t even write a single word.

“Do I still address her as ‘Dear Anna’ or do I write something else?” That question had been bugging him for a while now.

After much consideration, he wrote ‘Dear Anna’ in the top left corner of the paper.

‘Even though she is a married woman now, she is still my friend. I have every right,’ he thought to himself.

Soon Everard heard the sounds of the footsteps approaching his study.

“Come in,” Everard said before he heard the knock on the door.

“Your Highness, did you call for me?” Jerome, the beta of the Crestfire clan, bowed and asked.

Everard looked at the tall man and asked, “Can our messengers deliver the letter to Sorvando castle? Or even our letters won’t enter those tall walls?”