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A Slave To The Evil Count

There is a thin line between love and hate, who knew when it started to fade between us. Earl of Gravestone is the most dangerous man of the WhiteThrone Empire. Not because he is strong enough to kill them without thinking twice. But he deals in secrets. Secrets that could destroy the peace standing on the thin ice sheets over a flooding river. But he had not gotten all this wrapped up as a gift by his family. He had earned it. Earned to show that one woman that he was worth choosing. To show that he was strong and loved. and he definitely had forgotten her after she left him for another man. Except that… he did not. He was still clutched by her memories to the limit that it hurt him when he breathed. So what would happen if the newest secret he found was…. Her husband was a traitor. If he wants, he could break her life. But would he? The deepening shadow of the crimes he had committed and the darkness within him wanted to devour her. But a tiny part that still remembered her love wanted to save her at the same time. Who would win in the end?

Fallen_meteor · Fantasia
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Not Accept It

"Elara.." Elara froze at her place. She looked around, Alric was not there. A man had come to greet Alric and he had excused himself a minute ago. 

She had not thought much about it and concentrated on the dessert. It had been months since she had eaten something so delicious like that without the eyes of maids staring at her as if she was a vain woman.

For a second, she had let her guards down and now she regretted it.

The urgent footsteps reached her table and a man tall and strong hovered over him. She held the fork tightly in her hands, suddenly feeling trapped and tiny again. 

But she knew this was not the time to show weakness, she raised her head collecting all her strength but it faded away when she noticed his sunken eyes and gaunt face. He looked like he was the one trapped in a dark cell for months.