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Conquering His Cold Heart

Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18. For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster: King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom. The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human. Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart. Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well. *** [Excerpt] “Cas-pian…” And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss. He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.” Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet. So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

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The Parade

“Your Highness, it is time,” Jerome gave a polite bow to Everard and informed him that they were going to leave for the Great Hall.

Everard was standing in front of the mirror. The maids had finished dressing him for the occasion and had already left the room. At the moment, the only ones who were present in the room with Everard were Alexander and Jerome.

“How do I look?” Everard asked while looking at his reflection.

Everard was wearing a pair of black trousers and boots, a white shirt, and a red coat with beautiful golden embroidery on it. Apart from that, a red ceremonial mantle that fell down to his ankles was attached to his shoulders.

Jerome looked at Everard’s reflection and replied, “You look perfect for today’s ceremony, Your Highness.”

Everard shifted his gaze from his own reflection to Alexander’s reflection. And he asked again, “Alex? What do you say?”