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Stolen by the Rebel King

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

saltedpepper · แฟนตาซี
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Tender Moments

"Nothing but… bone…" Daphne repeated after Sirona, her head feeling lighter and lighter with each word. There was an incessant ringing in her ears that couldn't seem to go away, sending her heart rate spiking.

She took a shaky breath, then two, and when the third one came and went, Daphne realized that she was having trouble breathing. No matter how many gulps of air she tried to take in, none of it seemed to ease the thirst for oxygen that had been building up in her lungs. Her shoulders rose and fell in quick succession, her breath so loud that each pant was audible.

"Daphne, look at me." Atticus quickly sat on the bed, holding Daphne by the shoulders so that her body was slightly turned to face him. "Look at me."

Struggling, Daphne managed to raise her line of sight to meet Atticus's. His amber irises looked like bright flames, threatening to swallow her whole. Yet, even though the heat was frightful and hazardous, there was also so much life in them.