"So, you think I'm pretty," I stated with a smirk. He froze for a second, processing what I'd said and what he had said. He hid his shocked expression rather quickly- although it wasn't much of an expression. It was just a slight change in his stoic face. "Let's not be silly. That was not what I meant to say, and you know it." ➵➵➵ Wyetta Zora was not like other honourable ladies. She was self-reliant, and a terrific archer. Being the only child of the Zora household, she was free to learn how to protect herself in the brutal world. One day a messenger arrived at their doorstep, carrying an invitation to the prince's birthday ball with him. At the ball, she felt so incongruous, until she met the unpleasant villager, who was also the prince's companion. After getting into a feud with him, Lady Wyetta took off to the woods, only to come across a corpse that identifies as the villager. Soon, she realized she was set up when death threats, vicious letters, and imputations started heading her way. At the same time, she begins to uncover dark truths that was better hidden. Then, there was Prince Zyron, still believing that she was the murderer of his best companion. How would she handle it, when she was still recovering from the death of her best friend? Warning : Deaths, blood, suicide, blackmail, violence, etc.

E F F E R U S adj. savage, cruel, barbarous I always knew that a beast lurked beneath Luca's aristocratic demeanor. He was so beautiful, he bewildered me. He was so brilliant, he intimidated me. He was so charming, he terrified me. He was too good to be true. I didn't want to stick around to find out if I was right. As time progressed I began to suffocate. His experience and power overwhelmed me. I needed liberation. I couldn't handle his demanding ways. I told him I wanted out. Silly girl. You think he'd ever allow that? Luca humors me, saying he's willing to play along. But this isn't a game to me. He gives me four years. Four years to live, to enjoy my youth, my freedom, my beauty. In four years time, he will return to collect his prize. But I'm not ready. I've gotten a taste of a life outside of Luca, and I will fight relentlessly for it. Four years of being in the light invigorated me. I am more frightened by Luca's darkness than ever. I tell myself that I'll never go back, and that Luca will let me be free. I have never been more wrong.