My Oath To You

My Oath To You

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The day my sister Lilith was born death paraded itself around our land as if it were a sign from the gods or Lucifer himself, or at least that's what our people say. The day of Lilith's birth 200 of our finest men went into a war hoping to end in peace only to return home with dozens of lifeless bodies. My brother being one of them. Many take my sister's birth as a curse or some kind of omen, they blame her because they "arrived" around the same time . The moment my parents found out about the death of their first born son and heir to the throne they too looked at her differently hell they gave her the name fitted the acts that she had no part in, as if she chose to come on such a ghastly day. I don't call her Lillith and probably never will, I call her Lilly like the flowers we have in the garden. I helped grow those with grandmother when I was young and with her name I thought it was fitting. After hearing the news of my brother I swore an Oath to protect my sister at all cost. No matter the battle I'll be there , but I never expected the fight to be with me.
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"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

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