18 years ago, Crimson's father made a contract with an evil god to save his kingdom. Problem is: Crimson belongs to that god when she turns eighteen. What will she do?
He is darkness, which circles her like wild crows.
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"I'll call you later." I hung up and went inside to look for my father. I find him talking to a guard and dash in. The guard greets me with a "Your Highness" before leaving.
"Crimson, is something wrong? You seem to be in a hurry. You are so young, there's no need for you to rush." My father asks me.
"Oh please stop that old-people-talk." I say with a giggle.
"So what is it you wanted to ask me?"
Here goes nothing. "Here's a little reminder that I'm turning eighteen this week. I was just in the phone with Nes and we were planning the party." I rub the back of my neck nervously. "So this is my attempt to try to get you to say yes to a party. Say yes, pretty please."
"I-" my father hesitates. "I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe just the two of us could celebrate like we used to."
"As much as I enjoy spending time with you, father, you know that I was looking forward to a party. Please don't do this. This is important."
"I know, Crimson, but is it selfish if I want my girl all to myself?"
"Are you serious?" I shouted angrily. "This is my birthday and not yours. It's not as if I stop being your child after I turn eighteen."
"Stop acting like a little child, Crimson!" He became as angry as me. "My decision is final. You are not allowed to throw a party here on your birthday. It's just me and you, I wish no further discussion on this topic."
I gasped and ran to my bedroom.
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It hurt King Dorian to see his daughter like that. He loved his little girl from the very first moment he held her in his arms. And it's not as if he wanted to be cruel and not grant her any wishes she desired but for him, it seemed as if he had no other choice. Because whenever he looked at his daughter growing older, all he was able to think of was the contract he made eighteen years ago.
