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I Enchanted The Prince

"Please, dance for me one last time," he pleaded, his tender touch gently stroking Naria’s hair as she moved with a beauty that evoked the fragile fluttering of a butterfly in a field of blooming flowers. Naria's dancing was a wonder to behold; each step released a cloud of butterflies that danced along with her. The blind, evil dragon prince was captivated by her beauty, talent, and spirit. He loved her with a passion that consumed him so much that he kidnapped her to marry him. Naria hoped that her new life as a princess would help her avenge her parents, who were killed by the King, the black dragon’s father, and find out the truth about her real identity. But as if this wasn’t enough, a new love interest appeared, each one vying for her attention and claiming her as their own. Naria's heart was torn, caught between her love for the dragon prince and her need to find out the truth. As the prince disappeared into the distance, Naria knew that she had to make a choice: fight for her love or let him go. But fate was cruel, and before she could decide, tragedy struck. "Be it the light of day or the veil of night, across all epochs and eras, my love, I vow to search and find you, and once again make you mine with a heart that only beats for you."

Jeri_ · แฟนตาซี
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Butterfly's Transformative Encounter

The next morning, as the sun cast its gentle rays through the window, Naria woke up with a newfound determination.

The events of the previous day still lingered in her mind, but she was determined not to let them define her.

She resolved to work harder, to learn the ways of the court, and to prove herself as a capable princess.

Just as Naria began to gather her thoughts and prepare for the day ahead, a knock on her chamber door interrupted her. She straightened her posture and called out, "Come in."

The door creaked open, and Miraila walked into the room with an air of self-assuredness. Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm as she greeted Naria, "Good morning, Princess. I trust you had a restful night?"

'What is she doing here?' Naria raised her brow, her head following Miraila.