Chained
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The king is evil. He kills for fun, and never regrets anything. Chasil will face her deepest lose ever. She will be forced to leave her home and flee. And the king will listen to people whisper her name in fear. Wanting something else to conquer he will seek out her blood for as long as it will take. The gods never blessed the king with a mate because of his evil ways as a child. So out of anger and a damaged ego as a young boy he swore to kill anyone more feared, stronger or better than him. Men, woman, or children it didn't matter. The Dragon King was merciless. <=> With every rise and fall of the sun she is threatened. But there is nothing more threatening than a Dragon King looking for you. The deadliest man in 13 kingdoms is looking for her, and he has never lost to his prey. She's not the first to run. But will she be the first to escape from his talons? *slow updates*
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She came from nothing. Born small, weak, and unwanted. The kind of child who should have been forgotten. He was born with everything. Strength in his blood, power in his name. Praise followed him like a shadow. She is fire-reckless, untamed, impossible to cage. He is ice-cold, distant, his heart frozen to care for no one. She was never meant to survive. He was never meant to fall. Together, they'll rewrite the rules carved into their bones. *** It smelled like earth and smoke, alive and dangerous. And then I saw him. Grim. He stood near the fire, carved from sun and stone, scars slashing across his skin like lightning. When his storm-grey eyes locked on mine, the world tilted. He moved toward me-slow, predatory, every step a warning. His hand shot out, rough and unyielding, dragging me close with a grip that burned. "Don't move," he snarled, voice sharp enough to cut. I knew who he was. Grim.

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