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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

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She just wanted him to coax her or at least ask her to go with him but he just left. She heard what Rowan said. 

There must be something going on for him to react that way. She understood it. But Esme couldn't help the constant discomfort in her chest. 

She wondered if she was the one who jinxed her own life. She kept assuming that things will go wrong if she took a step towards Aleister and nothing seemed right at this moment. 

She confessed her feelings and he told her that he won't marry her. What is that supposed to mean? Was she rejected? 

''Have a lot of thoughts in your mind? We can discuss it over some nice tea. We used to do it before anyway.'' 

Esme's fingers which were stroking the rose petals paused. 

...

'I hated the color which reminds me of the sea, my nightmares but as much as I hate the sea, I crave it too. Your eyes are my favorite. You are my favorite.'