Stop Fighting This Love [Complete]

Prologue

~|~ Dedication ~|~

This book is dedicated to all the stars who protect us from the darkness.

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The streets of Dupain Kingdom were empty and dark for the sun had just set upon the horizon and citizens over the town had come back home from work. They were all ready for a night of satisfying rest. All except one.

Master Fu hurried over the concrete pavements in worry. He was running out of time— he'd already seen the troops and thousands of men in the armies of Bourgeois Kingdom. The Dupain army was outnumbered. But not for long.

Master Fu pulled out a small box from his satchel. He had to work fast— it could take a while for a Miraculous Holder to feel comfortable in their new, heroic form. Master Fu needed time, but Princess Chloe had already insisted on calling forth her father's army to the Gollieb country in two weeks time.

He had given out Miraculouses before, knowing that only a few worthy people could receive it. He already knew who his chosen ones were— the question was: how was he to deliver the accessories to them without being searched? Should he risk his power?

The master made his way to Dupain Kingdom and froze in front of the gates. It was time.

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Princess Marinette was exhausted so she decided to take a break and rest in her room. The second her head hit the pillow, she sighed in longing from the sweet comfort of her bed. The princess had just arrived from training. Another weak defence, clumsy footwork— she could not even hold the sword's handle right. By the book, she was too weak to lead an army into battle.

Marinette wanted to cry, but knew that her father would never allow it. King Thomas was a strict, disciplined man of glory. He had led thousands of troops alongside his wife, Sabine Dupain-Cheng— who unfortunately passed away before she had the chance  to see her daughter grow up.

The Queen died giving birth to a beautiful girl and her legend lived on through her. Marinette was a hard-working, kind and intelligent girl who received all her good traits from her mother. However, Sabine was thousands of stars stronger than Marinette would ever be...or at least it was what the Princess decided to believe.

"Your Majesty," a feminine voice came from the corridor, "Are you alright?"

Marinette immediately knew that it was Alya and walked to the door in order to open it for the one person who could possibly comfort her in moments of need.

Alya was Marinette's nursemaid and, frankly, her best friend as well. They knew everything there was to know about each other because Alya's mother had already taken care of Marinette and her mother many years ago. It was Alya's turn to take over the royal service of caring for the future queen. If only the job were easy.

"What's the matter this time?" Alya asked patiently, sitting on the edge of the princess's bed.

"What if I told you," Marinette sighed into her pillow, "that my day has not exactly been the most pleasant time of the week?"

"I'd say that I'm a bit insulted," she replied in a teasing manner, "Have I not made your day pleasant enough to endure yet?"

"I'm exhausted."

"I have to clean up after you. If anyone should be complaining about exhaustion..."

Marinette laughed amusingly because she knew that Alya could always manage to make her happy again even after a long day of suffering. Marinette hopped out of bed and asked Alya to fill her bath. As the nursemaid did as she was told, the Princess heard a quick, whooshing sound coming from her window.