Ethereal And The Beast

Ethereal And The Beast

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Ethereal Romanoav, nineteen. Just like her name, she was a breath of heaven on earth, too innocent, too untouched, and too unaware of the darkness that waited beyond her walls. Her beauty was the kind poets lost sleep over. Her eyes, a deep crystalline blue. People whispered she was the most beautiful girl in the world, a jewel born once in centuries. When Ethereal was barely one year old, her beloved mother, Queen Sera Roman, died of a sudden illness. And within two months, her father, King David Roman, married the Princess of Kazi, Phina. After that marriage, everything changed. Phina was threatened, terrified, of the girl who would one day surpass every beauty in the realm. So David Roman locked his daughter away. At one and a half years old, Ethereal was placed inside an isolated tower. Too small to understand, too pure to fight back. For there was monster wearing a crown. Alexandra Drakaris. Thirty-two. The King of Kings. The ruler whose bloodline had conquered kingdoms. People called him The Beast. It was said his very shadow could silence a battlefield. Rumours whispered he stole women, used them, burned empires for pleasure. Queens feared him. Kings bowed. But the truth? He had never touched a single woman. No lovers. No partners. No queen. Alexandra lived alone in a fortress carved from cold, merciless stone, just like his heart. Dangerous, deadly, ruthless. He was a monster of power. Standing at six feet two, built like a warrior sculpted by the gods, he looked every bit the beast the world painted him to be. Yet his light brown eyes held storms-battles, betrayals, pain. Love made you weak. And Alexandra could not afford weakness. He took kingdoms. He crushed armies. He conquered power-nothing else. But the world did not know the truth: The beauty King Roman hid away was the only thing Alexandra would ever desire. His ethereal romanoav His little one.. ..... Give it a try.....
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The forest had never seemed so alive, so hostile. Branches clawed at her gown, dragging at the white tulle as if the trees themselves wanted to keep her from escaping. Breath ragged, heart pounding, she ran faster. The runaway princess. Behind her lay the gilded prison she had once called home, and ahead-unknown freedom. Or so she thought. Far beyond the forest, nestled against the cliffs where sunlight dared not linger, stood an ancient cursed kingdom. Its walls bled with ivy, its spires broken yet unyielding. Legends whispered that no soul entered its gates and lived unchanged. Some said shadows ruled there. Others claimed the land itself was alive, waiting for its chosen queen. It was there he waited-the man feared across kingdoms. A ruthless dark king, his armor a thing of black steel and intricate carvings, his presence commanding silence, even from the winds. He had built his reign upon fire and fear, yet his hunger was not for power alone. His hunger was for her. "You carry fire in your veins, little one-fire that was always meant to be mine." And when battle raged around them, when swords clashed and fire lit the skies, he fell-not as king, but as a man whispering his final truth against her lips: "I was yours from the beginning... and I'll be yours until the end." The world seemed to crumble that night. And yet, in the ruins, in the ashes, in the silence that followed-she felt his presence, watching, waiting. "He chose you long before you were born." The runaway princess was never meant to be free. She was meant to reign beside him. Not as his captive. Not even as his queen. But as his fire. As his fate. As his undoing.

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