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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.”

sanimimosa7 · Fantasia
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496 Chs

Ready to Die

“Have you seen His Majesty around?” Anastasia asked Tilla the moment she entered her bedroom with a tray of food.

Tilla looked around the room and replied, “I thought he was here with you. That’s why I didn’t come here early to check up on you.”

Tilla set the tray aside on the table and sneered, “I thought he said that he would personally take care of you. But I guess he only meant that for yesterday.”

Anastasia giggled at how angry Tilla looked. “Relax, Tilla. Caspian was here with me for the whole night. He took care of me really well. He was here until Zenon came and said something about wer-wool. And he urgently ran off without telling me where he was going. So, I was asking if you knew where he was.”

“Ah! He earned a little bit of my respect then.” Tilla let out a sigh of relief. She then sat down at the edge of Anastasia’s bed and asked her, “By the way, what’s a wer-wool?”