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The Unwanted Prince

A woman runs, holding onto her torso as she keeps glancing behind her. Tears spilling from her already wet cheeks. She catches her breath and screams as the hurt in her chest tore her up internally. "Why... why?!" She cries as her clenched fist hits her broken heart. Her lover tried to drug her, thinking of ridding her of their unborn baby. She was hurt. She felt betrayed. She grew to hate him with all of her being. Still, memories of the love they shared still plagued her. How could she possibly still trust him? And yet, despite her anxiousness, she still held onto a small scale sliver of hope. All she could do now, was to leave him and keep their child safe. *** 16 years passed and there stood a young boy with silver hair and bright amethyst coloured eyes. He smiles at the horizon, staring at the capital city of the country of Enoch. Finally, he was old enough to venture out into the great city. Said to be the largest and most prosperous of the kingdom. He holds firmly onto the hope of an exciting journey as he kissed his mother goodbye. Thinking of all the warning she gave him before his journey could begin. Once in the city, his life changed forever and his perilous struggles began. *** Contains sexual implications and fantasy violence which may be disturbing for some readers. Do take note. Follow me on IG for story updates and sneak peeks! IG: random_stories_by_a_bored_girl Image of boy extracted from:

Nicole_99 · ファンタジー
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109 Chs

Training

"Again!" William said as he paced behind Mikhail, observing him.

Mikhail tightened his grip on the hilt and assumed to his initial stance. He could no longer remember how many times he had swung the wooden sword in his hands.

The only thing on his mind was how the muscles of his arms felt as if they were burning and the sweltering feeling he was experiencing despite it being mid-autumn. The sweat that trickled down his forehead stole into his eyes as he finally lowered the wooden sword and turned to face William.

"M-may I take a break? My arms feel like they are about to fall off..." Mikhail asked as he wiped the sweat off his brows.

"We have not even been through this for an hour and you're already asking for a break?" William glanced sharply at Mikhail.

"... I... Sorry... I'm not used to this..." Mikhail said as he hung his head in shame.