A Starlit Spectre

A Starlit Spectre

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"With speed surpassing that of the master thief's, the assassin flicked his hand under mine and pulled me to him. My throat contracted on a strangled cry as he calmly drew a small blade from a sheath at his side. I struggled madly as he lifted it to my imprisoned wrist. He remained unfazed as I pummelled his arm, sobbing, and tried to twist away, but laughed, soft and low as the sharp metal sliced a deep line over my exposed wrist." Narnun Valmera has been raised to hate all that is herself. A Rusticus (peasant), an orphan, skin of shimmering silver that none can explain and the descendant of an ancient "hero". Nothing seems to be right with her. Navigating the world of Concordia, she endures every imaginable pain, but will she prove herself worthy of her ancestor's name? And will she ever succeed to love and not lose? A story of betrayal, romance, assassins and the unexpected. *Warning* Contains scenes of SA, SH, abuse and graphic violence.
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Love, something that has the power to cause true happiness has caused the King of Bethillore great pain. This anguish, he channeled into the kingdom to ensure it lived up to its greatness, but that came with loneliness...until her; his flower. An elf, with nothing but determination to see the king succeed, slipped into his heart, his mind, and his soul until he couldn't take it. He had to make her his, and that he did. Now, this elf, who has been running from her past, must face her fears if she is to be seen as worthy enough to stand by the king's side. Her trauma is great, and her enemies are near. Can Lanette remain firm in her resolve? With friendships cracking and love on the line, this elf must choose what matters most, even if it comes at a great cost. *** "You're so beautiful, Flower," he says, kissing her shoulder, making her smile. "Thank you," she replies, continuing her caress. He meets her eyes, resting his forehead on hers, "You know I would do anything for you, right?" Isaac holds her chin, preventing her from looking down, "You know that, right?" "Yes, I do." "I would do anything you ask of me, even if it is to hang the stars." She chuckles, shaking her head, "How could you possibly catch a star, or even hang one?" "I am so in love with you that I would die trying if I knew that it would bring a smile to your face." A shy smile appears on her face as she turns away from his intense gaze. This man, his words, his eyes, his art of making love, they will all be the death of her, but it is a death she would gladly accept.

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