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
Regan Meets Derrick
As he stood in front of the Royal chambers, Regan looked at the entrance with cold eyes. He was not particularly staring at the entrance but lost in his own thoughts.
The memory of how he had left these same chambers years ago in anger was still afresh in his mind.
That day, he had promised himself that he would never step inside here….because the owner of these chambers was not respected by him. It was from that day that he believed that his father was dead.
Derrick was not his father, he was just a king.
Yet here he was today, standing at the same place he had vowed not to ever step inside.
"Your Highness, you can go inside."
The royal soldier came and informed him. Regan silently stepped inside the chambers.
Though he didn't wish to, his eyes unconsciously went in a particular direction as he walked inside and he saw the familiar painting on the wall.
It was of his mother. Queen Regina who was also the princess and the sole ruler of the City of Mazic.