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CURSED ROMANCE

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.

Moon_light16 · แฟนตาซี
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A Word With The Witch Queen

Servyn sat quietly while staring at the mystifying being elegantly sitting on her throne of Majesty.

His expression was impassive and there was nothing to give away his inner thoughts. 

Elphaba offered a smile at the Demon in front of her. She was very much aware that he had been looking for her for a long time now.

"Crown Prince, Servyn Graylen. I'm not wrong, am I?" She questioned, mysteriousness dancing in the depths of her beautiful eyes. An intention known to her alone was a placid display of her asseveration.

"And you're the infamous Witch Queen, Elphaba, White Witch of the Black Forest, not so?" 

She subtly chuckled but gave no response.

"And what do I owe this sudden invitation?" He asked, because it was obvious that she had something to discuss with him.

Or rather, she needs something from him.

"I should be the one thinking whatever you have in mind, Your Highness." Elphaba remarked meaningfully.