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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)

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Scabbing Wounds

"I left you alive," Queen Anette corrected, steel in her eyes as she finally met her daughter's indignant gaze. "Better to be powerless and miserable than a head on a pike, or god forbid, sold to a brothel."

Daphne's lips pressed into a thin line. Her mother wasn't wrong, but she wasn't entirely right either. 

"Mother, if you knew I wasn't entirely powerless… then why didn't you say anything? Do anything? If you didn't want to tell me as a child, why didn't you tell me when I grew up?" Daphne demanded, the weight of all the insults and ill-treatment she endured as a youth rising to the surface. 

Her voice became a plaintive cry for help, and tears formed in her eyes. She quickly scrubbed them away with her hands. 

"Why did you let me continue living, believing I was useless?" Daphne continued, upset. It was a fate worse than death. "Why didn't you speak up for me? Why did you ignore me all these years?"