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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 Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)

saltedpepper · แฟนตาซี
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The Lake of the Past II

"But…" Young Daphne pouted. She didn't want to hurt him. He looked so sad. Dark creature or not, that was a human child she saw, even if her father insisted it had a different form. 

Meanwhile, Alistair had no such concerns. He eagerly lit his hand up. He could only conjure a small flame at the tender age of six, but it was already far beyond most of his peers. 

"Don't worry, Father. Even if Daphne doesn't know what to do, I'll do it," Alistair said, flinging a fireball at Nereus's feet, causing him to jump in shock. "Oh, this is more fun than any toy! Father, can I have him?"

King Cyrus looked at him with barely concealed pride. "If you promise to have the guards with you at all times, you may."

Alistair smirked smugly at Daphne, while a look of fear entered Nereus's eyes. 

"Dummy Daphne, I have a dark creature now. If you make me angry I'll feed you to him!"