Chainslock

COMPLETED.

(WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.)

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On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. 

Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. 

Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. 

"Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy."

To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed:

A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead...

and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

Sustaining the King's Life

Anakin gripped the fabric around his chest. His heart was thumping too loud it was ringing to his ears. The last time he had this much adrenaline is when he raced with Claire—and that was due to exhilarating exhaustion he received by continually overdriving his magic. He didn't even do anything now. He was just talking to Faustina, who just made a face that he didn't saw coming.

She was, after all, so gloomy the first time she arrived. And he couldn't help but compare her to her other siblings who made no resemblance to her. But then again, her looks derived from the duchess who barely came out on public since the duke's scandal…

Anakin shook his thoughts away; and with a final glance to Faustina, he made his leave.

His Arrival