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

The clock hand had strike into the numeral IX—beneath the moonlit night, another soul had yet again resurfaced. He slowly opened his sapphire-blue eyes, only to see the girl in his arms sleeping soundly, with cheeks vibrant yet again.

He glanced around, seeing no one was there. Did the first king succeed in defeating the warlock general? It seems like it, given Faustina was alive now.

The king stopped to stare and examine Faustina's face. Just this short amount of time, and she was already in this state.

"As I thought… it wouldn't be a good thing." He murmured.

Maybe he was too careless. Jonathan Unsterblich seemed to be more interested in her than he had expected. Perhaps it would be better if she returns to Feuersturm for now.

To Find the Truth