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

Faustina felt dizzy, quite abnormally so. Time to time her vision would spin and then she would lose track of where she was going. She almost tripped several times, which made walking difficult than it originally was. It was a good thing Anakin was there.

"Here," Anakin held onto her forearm and then guided her to walk. It naturally evoked glances from several students. Faustina was garnering enough attention as it is already, so this kind of thing made the students notice them more. However, this was Anakin Disfiegro. One look from him made the students avert their gazes.

Besides… who would romanticize this? Faustina was clearly not in a good shape.

History Book