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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.

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Crown Prince Elias (The Past l)

"I know your mother, the Queen." 

Suzanne articulated, her voice clearer and more pronounced after he had let go of her neck.

Servyn quietly scrutinized her and waited for her to continue. His unwavering glare bore holes into her skin.

"Your mother is not a human, Servyn." 

"That's not possible,"

"You wanted the truth, right?" She quizzed.

Receiving no response from him, she added. "I'm telling you the truth."

"Your mother is a Demon from Westerly Isle. A member of the Royal family."

"What are you talking about?" He raved angrily.

"I'm telling the truth and you don't want to believe it?" Suzanne scoffed weakly, her face had already paled from the suffocation.

Without waiting for any more words from him, she continued. "She was forced into a marriage of alliance with a Noble Lord who had powerful forces, more than the King himself. Hence, the King's desire to have him on his side."