The Masked prince
"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
Evelyn Can Cook only For Regan
From that afternoon, Evelyn also started to practice with the men Rex and Regan were training.
The sun was high in the sky.
She tried her best to copy the moves that the prince was doing.
However, she still couldn't do it properly.
Regan had to personally correct her. Surprisingly, Evelyn didn't feel uncomfortable when Regan's hand touched her fist to correct her position or he held her arm to point out what she was doing wrong.
She had noticed it before as well.
Perhaps it was because she knew that his intentions were not wrong or she liked that he treated her same as those men who were practicing with her.
Indeed, Regan did the same with the men who were standing in a wrong position.
They practiced the same move for almost an hour. When an hour finished, Evelyn's face was red and her forehead was covered with sweat.
The men looked no less exhausted but Evelyn looked more exhausted than them.
Still, one of them looked at Evelyn and couldn't help but say in praise.