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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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Royal Banquet

Servyn was momentarily not surprised when most of the noble men and ministers brought respectable gifts for him as though they were celebrating his birthday. 

He gave them stiff smiles and nods while his entire focus was on the grand entrance. His eyes literally glued there and always got distracted by a new one with a new present. 

A famous merchant came forward with an enclosed silver rectangular receptacle in his possession. He smiled. 

Servyn almost felt like rolling his eyes. Why do they keep repeating the same smiles over and over again when he knew they were fake. It tired him out seriously.

"Here, Your Highness, is a great gift that I know is worthy of your collection." The man began, stretching the box out to him.

Servyn casted a nonchalant look at the man before he accepted it. 

"Thank you." He plainly interjected, dropping the box on the table beside him with not even a single enthusiasm for opening it up.