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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · ファンタジー
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Scales and fins...?

Esme sat up on the bed as she panted, body convulsing with aftershocks of the attack. The memories of the dream were still vivid in her mind and she quickly glanced at her body. 

Her gown was still intact. She removed the sheets from her body and slowly raised her gown to her knees. There were no scales on her body. 

A relieved sigh escaped her mouth. 

It was only then that Esme noticed that she was sleeping on the bed. She remembered dozing off on the armchair. 

Before she could contemplate further, the sound of approaching footsteps attracted her attention.

Her lips parted when she saw Aleister walking out of the bath. Water dripped down his dark hair which was still damp and he was wearing a satin robe, his broad chest visible through it. She could see his muscles,  shining under the dim glow of the fireplace.