Prince Tom of Dalery is known throughout his kingdom for his annual event; the 'Gathering' where he picks one person out of all the women in town to live with him at his castle. However, no one in the kingdom knows what happens to the chosen once they enter those castle doors.
Tom Hiddleston AU.
*Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel's story and characters are fictitious.*
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Photos on the cover aren't mine - credit to the owners, I just edited them together and added text.
Author's note: My new multiple chapter story 'Gathering'! The first chapter will be up in about an hour or so, I hope you enjoy! this was inspired by the first hunger games, beauty and the beast and outlander so credit to those for the inspiration! I will be adding warnings to the start of every chapter if they're needed, I have also named the main character as it makes it easier to write and understand the story instead of writing Y/N every time - as always you're more than welcomed to imagine the character as yourself or however you please,
Although this story is set around the 1740′s, I will try my best to make things as accurate as I can but may use some more modern terms/ideas, but not major ones like iphones lol also 'Dalery' is pronounced like salary but with a d at the start - hope you enjoy! xx
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.