Beauty of day and beauty of night, one a royal with cursed blood, the other born with enchanting looks.
What happens when a tale as old as time throws the rose petals away to make use of the thorns born from within? Sometimes a curse to one may be a blessing to another.
But not always.
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He watched. He waited. He knew the expression on her face well, recognized it on every other, but most of all it was the gleam that gave them all away. The gleam of promised luxurious strolls, fresh roses on silken sheets and sweet words. He was good at the last one, he had the sweetest of teeth.
"My Prince," She began, interrupting his thoughts. "I-I must confess to something. Something I have not said out loud for fear that I may not mean it but the truth seems to want to smother me for my silence."
"Oh." He stilled and gave her his full attention, watching her shoulders straighten and her head lift as determination filled her frame.
"I am in love with you, my Prince."
She held her breath, peering at him anxiously, awaiting his joyful words. Perhaps even in excitement to see the magic take place with her declaration of love now in the very air he breathed. Slowly he reached for the glass, being careful not to shatter the delicate frame. Glancing down at the red wine he moved it, watched it swirl and spin.
"You are to say you are in love with this beast?" He whispered softly, the velvet voice reaching her like a lovers touch.
"I am."
"I repeat myself, Belle. You are in love with this beast?" She blinked and with a perplexed look, nodded.
"I am."
With a slow shake of his head he sat the wine down, never looking away from it and then those words, as she had hoped to see, sparked magic.
Before her eyes he turned into something edged, beautiful, sinful and terrifyingly unexpected. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. His next words were snarled out in a scathing tone.
"Then you are not worthy of my monster."
I flinch as his hand reaches to my face, and aggressively pulls down the cloak from my head.
He surveys my tear stained face and jewelry all the way down to my dress. Then he speaks, "what's your name?"
I open my mouth but no words come out. Fear grips me again.
"I believe I asked you a question," his eyes grow darker.
"Al-Alice" I whisper.
His eyes wander outside to the window. "You will address me as 'your highness' and I do not tolerate mistakes. I will punish you and you will never forget to follow my orders. Do I make myself clear?"
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In this world everybody has a soulmate. Two people that are meant to be together for the rest of their lives. Finding them isn't as hard as you'd think, since every two people that belong together have the same tattoo somewhere on their body. It is something you're born with, something that's meant to be. There is no doubt that these two people no matter the status or finances, belong together. Some grow up knowing their future soulmate, some find them later in life, but in the end they always belong together. Marrying someone, who isn't you soulmate is punishable here in my family's kingdom Lyria. My father always believed in the bond. But what if the bond isn't meant to be after all.
Or could it be true that my soulmate is no other than darkness himself. That he's the heartless king our country is currently at war with. The one that leaves not even woman and children alive....
Ranks✨
#2 forced ~02.07.20
#2 heartless ~07.07.20
#91 fear ~09.07.20
#1 castle ~10.07.20
#1 obsession ~12.07.20
#1 royalty ~ 02.08.20
#1 hatelove ~02.08.20
#1 cruel ~02.08.20
#1 hate ~ 03.08.20
#1 princess ~ 10.08.20
#1 king ~ 26.11.20
#3 midieval ~ 22.12.20
#1 evil ~ 20.02.21
CAUTION
This book contains violence and gore along with cursing. Also if you're triggered by domestic violence DONT READ THIS BOOK. Thanks.