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Belladonna

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The name of the kingdom and the male love interest is from a name generator.

𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭
"Well, are you going to kiss me or not?"
"We've been over this, your majesty. Kissing you would kill me, and I happen to value my life right now."

𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣

Word count: 1357

— 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 🥀 ❞

Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Belladonna. Called The Pearl of Alvenda, she was sought by all for her beauty. Her milky white skin and deep navy eyes cuffed with wispy lashes made her a living doll. Hair ebony black, glistening like silk and lips painted a natural rouge only added to her ethereal aura. Her thin frame, bearing round hips made her the envy of all young daughters, forcing themselves into corsets and padding to match her figure.

Mothers around the kingdom wept aloud. "Oh, how will our daughters marry? How can crystal compare to diamond?"

There was none like her. No one could seek love when she was their world. But Bella knew her heart and it desired him. His enviable background and sharp features were also renowned in the land. He was The Duke of Iron, Vincent Dynham, a man with an unshakable will and strength to crush all in his way. If she was The Beauty, he was The Beast. His piercing eyes were the fear of many, and his body littered with scars told the story of a warrior. With each step he took the ground shook and the people waited in silence for the storm to pass. He was a defender, a protector of his people.

A protector of his love.

For her, he would slaughter clans and burn entire kingdoms. All for his beautiful woman, Bella. Unknown to the world, they'd been courting and were soon to marry. She eagerly awaited the time to finally reveal to all that she was sworn to another. 

Under the pretext of seeing the prince while Vincent visited the capital, Bella snuck away from meeting the arrogant heir to seek her lover. He'd been discussing important matters with the king and eagerly awaited dismissal.

Political affairs are more deadly than wars. I swear not even my enemies would bring such harm to my spirit, he thought. He, too, had come with the purpose to see her. But the king caught him before he could leave. Unfortunately, his mind was far from focused as his liege babbled endlessly.

He thought of her cold expression and how summer would bloom on her face when they were together. At night, the stars would sparkle in her eyes, turning her otherwise void-like eyes into living galaxies. In the morning, they became like ocean waves reflecting sunlight.