Burning Red Of Wrath - β¨πͺ
Ivaan's eyes narrowed, looking at the kit in his hand "Perhaps, I should... just maybe.......... listen to you" he murmured, " but what can I say.......I prefer tending to wounds that cut deeper than flesh."
Indu stood her ground. "You're trying to own others. People aren't supposed to be won; they're to be cared for and respected if you genuinely wish to keep them by your side."
Ivaan's lips curved into a dangerous smile. He leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes bore into hers, a silent challenge suffocating her as she was unclear of his intention "Yet, I'm the one who won-whether its the war or.............. .......you."
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He was a prince who had lost his heart.
She was a princess who had a heart of gold.
The cruel fate forced them together.
But what started as a nightmare could it turn into a dream?
This is not just a love story but a story of war.....
The war was a game, where love, betrayal, and deception were as common as swords, arrows, and fire. Each player sought to outwit, outplay, and outlast the others, using various tactics and strategies, such as alliances, marriages, assassinations, sieges, battles, and plots. But in the end, there could be only one winner, and the price of failure was death.
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A Single Tear drop left her Eye when she was standing there still. Head still high with pride.
She had a decision to make before it was too late.
She Looked at his Face with disgust filling her, looking at his face.
She lowered her eyes. Closing them.
Opening her eyes she looked straight at him.
"I'm Ready"
"I-I Will Marry You."
.....this will be the end of you tyrant! She thought.
When she saw him smirk.
He thought he'd won.
She swore to herself, she'd make him pay.
She had to choose between her family her people and her freedom.
He had to choose between his throne and his heart.
They had to marry each other for the sake of their kingdoms.
Will they find love or war i
