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Face of Fate

She has an iron heart in a velvet body. He's like a black hole inside the sun. She's strong with fragile pieces. He's fierce above his afraid self. She was the light in his gloomy world. He was the darkness that took her last shine. She became the aspire of his life. He made her life aimless. She wants to revenge him. He wants to acquire her. She searches for freedom from him. He captures her in a golden cage. She fell for a person she hates the most. He loves a person who he can't love. He was her enemy with a tag of a husband. She was his fear with a title of a wife.

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79. An enchantress?

Cressida forwarded the dagger at Lycaon while his eyes were at Vidarr. Another arrow came and hit the shoulder of Cressida. Lycoan looked down at Cressida and held her hand with the dagger. She held the injured shoulder with her other hand and raised her gaze at the person that shoots the arrow. It was a soldier in their castle. A sound took her attention. She glanced back and looked at Vidarr who jumped down. The soldiers that went to capture him were all dead. Lycaon drew out his sword and aimed at Vidarr. He slashed the sword with his. The two metals clinked with a sound.

"Why are you here?" Lycaon asked whilst holding the sword against him.

"For my sister," Vidarr said and pressed the sword against him.

"Leserli isn't here," Lycaon said and pulled back.

"I know?" Vidarr said and jumped back.

"Who are you talking about?" Lycaon asked.

"You don't have to know everything," Vidarr said and slashed the sword at him.

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