Chapter 1

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"In the depths of the kingdom of Enchantian, where shadows danced and secrets whispered, the story of Princess Marcaria unfolded with a darker hue. She was not the gentle maiden of fairy tales but a seductive temptress, her beauty a mask for the darkness that dwelled within.

As the dragon roared its fury, shaking the very foundations of the kingdom, Duke Killian emerged as its unlikely savior. With sweat beading on his brow and muscles straining against the weight of his armor, he battled the beast with a ferocity born of desperation. When the creature finally lay slain at his feet, the king, grateful for his bravery, offered him a reward beyond measure - the hand of Princess Marcaria.

But the princess, with her twisted heart and venomous tongue, loathed the Duke with every fiber of her being. She saw him not as a hero, but as an obstacle to her desires. In the dark recesses of her mind, she plotted his demise, weaving a web of deceit and treachery with her stepmother and her maids in waiting.

Yet Duke Killian, blinded by love and loyalty, remained oblivious to the danger that lurked in the shadows. It was the saintess, with her piercing gaze and prophetic visions, who saw through the princess's facade. She whispered warnings to the Duke, urging him to open his eyes to the truth before it was too late.

In a moment of desperation, the Duke turned to his sword, a relic of ancient power passed down through generations. With trembling hands, he unlocked its dormant magic, unleashing a darkness that mirrored the depths of his own despair. He made a pact with the forces that dwelled within, offering his own heart in exchange for answers to the question that haunted his every waking moment - why was he so despised?

And as the blood of his enemies stained the walls of his castle and madness consumed his soul, Duke Killian became a creature of vengeance, a harbinger of death whose wrath knew no bounds. He hunted down those who had conspired against him, his blade carving a path of destruction through the very heart of Enchantian storing their souls inside the relic.

But amidst the chaos and the carnage, there emerged a glimmer of hope. The saintess, guided by a wisdom far beyond her years, rose to power, her presence a beacon of light in a kingdom shrouded in darkness. With the support of Marquis Alex, a man whose courage matched her own, she brought an end to the bloodshed and ushered in a new era of peace and prosperity.

And so, against all odds, Enchantian found its happy ending, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to conquer even the darkest of evils", the fairy ended her tale.

In the midst of the unfolding tale, Princess Marcaria Ellison's shock echoed through the room. "What? I knew I was capable of mischief, but this..." The fairy's somber response set a tone of caution for all. Duchess Adeline Huxley sought guidance, asking, "How can we avoid this fate?" The fairy's simple answer resounded, "Be kind."

Aurelia Scott, feeling betrayed by their predicament, voiced her frustration. "First, you abduct us, now you reveal we're characters in an adult-rated novel? Send us back!" The fairy, with a tone of understanding, proposed a solution. "I'll return you, but under one condition: change the narrative. Embrace kindness, alter the storyline."

Eager to return home, the group unanimously agreed, albeit with reservations. Yet, the assassin and thief remained silent, grappling with their identities. How could they survive without resorting to their darker instincts?

The fairy provided a solution, "Let me tell you how to survive. You three become the princess's handmaidens. Follow the story as much as needed to avoid creating a paradox. If you succeed, I will give you all a painless death without eternal turmoil."

The assassin inquired, "The moment you kidnapped us, you said we had already lived this life. Then how are we living it again?"

The fairy's sultry voice filled the air, "The moment you all kicked the bucket, a saintly soul came crawling, begging for mercy on your behalf. So here you are, back from the dead."

Her gaze lingered provocatively on each of them. "But darlings, time's ticking," she purred, pulling out a pocket watch. "Bedtime's calling, and dawn's knocking on the door. Off to your chambers you go."

With a flick of her wand, the enchanting vixens of Enchantian were whisked away to their respective abodes, leaving a trail of mischief in their wake.

In the dimly lit chamber, Princess Marcaria reclined on her plush bed, the flickering candlelight casting seductive shadows across her figure. She was just on the brink of succumbing to the sweet embrace of sleep when the tranquil silence shattered into chaos.

The heavy oak door burst open, and the maidservants scuttled in, their whispers laden with urgency and trepidation. "Duke Killian Huxley has slain the dragon! He demands an audience with the king, seeking your hand in marriage, my lady," one of them gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Marcaria's perfectly arched eyebrow quirked up as she reclined further against the silken sheets. "Well, well, it seems our gallant hero has arrived," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm.

The maids exchanged nervous glances, their hands trembling as they fussed about the chamber. "You must prepare yourself, my lady. The king awaits your presence," one of them stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marcaria rose from her bed with languid grace, her movements sinuous and deliberate. "Very well," she conceded, her lips curling into a devious smile. "Fetch me a gown befitting a royal court."

As the maids scurried to obey her command, Marcaria slipped into the chosen attire, a gown of deep crimson velvet that clung to her curves like a lover's caress. But unlike the traditional fairy tales, she made no effort to bare her skin or flaunt her charms. Instead, she cloaked herself in an aura of regal indifference, her gaze cool and calculating as she swept into the grand hall.

There, amidst the opulent splendor of the court, Duke Killian knelt before her, his eyes ablaze with fervent desire. "Princess Marcaria, will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?" he implored, his voice thick with longing.

Marcaria's lips curved into a smirk as she surveyed the assembled courtiers, her mind already whirring with machinations. "Very well, Duke Killian," she murmured, her voice carrying across the hall like a siren's song.

Duke Killian Huxley's smirk widened at the sight of the princess's acceptance, knowing well her insatiable hunger for power. "The king has already set the date," he informed her with a tone dripping with satisfaction.

Princess Marcaria, taken aback, pondered why he would propose if her father had already agreed. It seemed he was maneuvering to put her in a bind.

Princess Marcaria, feigning surprise, questioned his sudden return from the expedition. "Aren't you tired? How did you arrive so early?" she inquired, masking her true intentions.

"It's habitual," the Duke retorted dismissively, brushing off her concerns with a hint of arrogance.

As The king interjected, motioning for the princess to attend to the duke, "Princess Marcaria, we shall discuss this matter later. Escort the Duke to his residence, Peter."

A young man approached and guided the duke away.

Curious, the king inquired of the princess, "Why did you accept him? There are other suitors more suitable for you."

The princess, her mind calculating, chose her words carefully, "Your Majesty, your reputation precedes you. When you promised him anything, I merely honored your word."

Dismissively, the king waved her off, "You may leave."

Confused, the princess noted the duke's early arrival, deviating from the expected afternoon visit. Something wasn't right.

As morning dawned, Marcaria, plagued by thoughts of her impending fate, resolved to alter her destiny. With the wedding looming, she knew she needed allies. Enlisting Viscount Scott's daughter as her handmaid, she set her plan in motion, determined to outwit the cunning duke and secure her survival.



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