"You called me Princess," you said, barely above a whisper.
Sukuna didn't flinch. "You always hated it."
A flicker-of warmth, of memory. Something lost. Something stolen.
"I should hate you," you breathed.
His eyes softened, just slightly. "You don't."
~~~ Decades later ~~~
"We finally meet Y/N" the white haired sorcerer grinned at you as you slowly gained consciousness.
You felt another presence in the chamber. A presence, an aura you haven't felt in a long time. Your gaze travelled from the white haired sorcerer to another, as your eyes finally met the red ones, tears rolling down.
"Don't cry princess," Sukuna smiled as he wiped your tears down.
Warning: Contains fights, tension and some smut...
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Start: 22/07/2023
[WINNER OF BEST HISTORICAL FICTION STORY IN THE FICTION AWARDS]
There is a story that has been whispered into ear after ear across many countries. It's a sad but hopeful story, the story of The Lost Princess of Scotland.
You should know that the story I am about to tell you is true. The horrific events within said story are real, however I should inform you that some details have been altered and exaggerated over the passing years so believe as much as you wish...
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Seventeen years after the tragic attack on the Scottish Kingdom, Rosalie is leading a simple life with her Aunt and Uncle in England. Their lives are soon turned upside down when an unwelcome visitor calls upon their cottage. Running for her life Rose stumbles upon the help of Georgiana, Princess of England. Introduced to a whole new way of life, Rose finds herself falling for Georgiana's older brother, Alexander. Lust and power are a dangerous combination and Rose soon finds herself caught in the middle of a treacherous plot.
The Kingdom may not be the safest place to stay after all.
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