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 king was on the end of his wits. The pressure from the rulers of every country, the preparation to counter attack, and the things he did that clearly were out of bounds.

"What are you sorry for, Your Majesty?" Faustina asked. "Is it because I remember what you did?"

"It's what?" Faustina challenged. "Are you really sorry?"

The king lifted his gaze now to say a word, but none came out of his mouth. She was looking at him with such hurt evident in her face.

"Why?" She murmured. "Why are you telling me you're sorry? What are you sorry about?"

There was no response. Faustina wanted to laugh.

And she was so ready to forgive him, too.

Faustina bowed at the king before taking her leave.

"Glory upon the Feuersturm Empire."

Futile