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Garden Of Poison

[Volume 1: Dante Blackthorn] When Anastasia and her sister Marianne are captured and shipped across the seas by pirates, they become commodities to be sold in a distant land. Marianne is taken as a courtesan, while Anastasia barely escapes a terrible fate by pretending to be mute. She is forced into the lowest ring of servants at the royal palace, where she endures a life of servitude and creates beautiful artwork to mask her pain. Despite years passing, Anastasia has never forgotten her sister's promise to return to their family together. However, with her movement restricted and the guards vigilant, escape seems impossible. When Anastasia comes into contact with the Forsaken Prince, her life spirals out of control and she triggers a Crux of incredible proportions. Now battling her own inner demons while navigating the treacherous politics of the royal court, Anastasia must confront the truth about her sister's fate and make a choice that could alter the course of an entire kingdom. [Volume 2: Emily Blackthorn] Princess Emily's life takes a turbulent turn when she is rejected, leaving her heartbroken and her soul at the brink of corruption. In a desperate bid to save herself, she journeys to the West. Enter the Storm Prince, a charismatic archdemon with striking blue eyes, with a saint-like smile. Emily had hoped she'd seen the last of him, but fate has other plans. As if her soul dying isn’t enough, someone wants to steal it! Caught between the suitors and the haunting nightmares that have plagued her since childhood, Emily begins to see Raylen in a new light. The blue-eyed demon may not be the monster she once thought.

ash_knight17 · 奇幻言情
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286 Chs

A Touch of Comfort

Music Recommendation: Forever alone- Jurrivh

Without carrying a lit candle, Anastasia walked through the corridors, following three steps behind Dante in silence. She stared at his broad back, noting he hadn't worn a coat to protect himself from the cold night. 

Once they reached a seemingly familiar room and walked towards the balcony, she realised she had come here the first time they had spoken to each other. It was the garden balcony, with reddish-pink flowers and creepers that curled around the pillars and the railing. The place looked as beautiful as when she had first seen it. 

Dante walked towards the railing of the balcony, his strides long and languid, before he came to stand in front of it, and Anastasia, who was still wary about his mood, saw him look at her over his shoulder and remark, 

"You can step forward. I won't bite."

But he could bite if he wanted to, Anastasia said to herself, because he had done it before.