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Sustaining the King's Life

COMPLETED. (WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.) ** On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. "Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy." To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed: A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead... and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

Chainslock · Fantasia
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284 Chs

Communication orb

"…What do you want from me, your majesty?" Faustina asked. "…I…" The king gulped after a lengthy pose. "I'm… sorry…"

His head bowed down as he uttered those words. Faustina then averted her gaze, not knowing what to say.

"I did something wrong." He said. "I don't know if you remember—"

"I do," Faustina exclaimed. "I remember."

The king stared at Faustina, who wasn't even looking at him now. She was still indifferent, and she didn't display any sign of wanting to see his face, even. It has been a week since she avoided him… and the king figured that it was justly, so. 

"I see." The king then lowered his gaze. "I'm really sorry, Faustina."

"…about what?" Faustina probed.

"Huh?"

"What are you sorry for, Your Majesty?" Faustina asked. "Is it because I remember what you did?" 

"No," the king denied. "It's…"

Silence.

"It's what?" Faustina challenged. "Are you really sorry?"