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
The Plan
The host announced that it was time of having a dance.
Since Regan and Evelyn were the main couples in the banquet, they were to start the dance first. The banquet hall rang with claps as the host invited Regan and Evelyn on the stage.
Regan held Evelyn's hand in his and walked towards the stage. Evelyn suddenly felt nervous when she was standing in front of so many people.
She felt so nervous that she suddenly wondered if she even remembered the steps.
Sensing this, Regan turned her to look at his face gently and said
"Just look at me …and follow my lead."
Evelyn nodded her head and gulped.
When the music started, Regan's hand slowly went to Evelyn's waist and another held her hand firmly yet gently. They swayed to the rhythm slowly, never looking away from each other's eyes.
When they stood in front of each other, Evelyn felt as if she had forgotten everything.