Their voices were coming from everywhere. It was a miracle he could hear anything over the ringing in his ears. The last time his heart was this agitated was when he saw her that first night… It felt like a lifetime ago. His legs moved automatically, knowing when to run and when to leap. The branches whipped his naked arms, protecting the fragile body he was carrying.
He could still hear sharp screams in the distance as he ran, but the sound of his pursuer’s treads had faded. The weight on his shoulders was getting heavier with every step; she’s stopped breathing.
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Cursed
Teen FictionElla works as a servant in King Arthur's castle, but as a sorceress, she can't help but hate the king for how he treats her people. Tristan is a knight of the Round Table, yet he fell in love with a servant girl. Will he choose his nobility over his...
