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

It has been a week since Faustina had been avoiding the king—and in that week she was able to think about what just happened. There were times that they ate at the same time, and whenever they would meet gazes, both of them would avert and find it awkward. Now, Faustina just feels like something was off. In the entire week the king tried to approach her, but as he was about to speak, Faustina would find an excuse.

"Faustina, you see, what happened, I—"

"A-ah, right. I figured I was about to do something t-today," Faustina said with a nervous smile on her face. "S-see you later!"

It already had been a week. Whenever Faustina would look back, the king would look down as if he had committed such grave sin that his gloomy disposition bothered Faustina greatly. Faustina had been thinking about it for a while—about the king's advances.

Cold distance