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She has an iron heart in a velvet body. 

He's like a black hole inside the sun.

She's strong with fragile pieces. 

He's fierce above his afraid self.

She was the light in his gloomy world. 

He was the darkness that took her last shine. 

She became the aspire of his life. 

He made her life aimless.

She wants to revenge him.

He wants to acquire her. 

She searches for freedom from him. 

He captures her in a golden cage.

She fell for a person she hates the most.

He loves a person who he can't love. 

He was her enemy with a tag of a husband. 

She was his fear with a title of a wife.

Face of Fate

They all gazed at her as Leserli walked in, in the throne room directly towards Vidarr. She crouched down beside him and touched him to free him from her spell. Vidarr moved and stood on his feet. Cressida and Lycaon widened their eyes at her.

"What are you?" Cressida said in astonishment.

"A witch!" Lycaon said and gained her attention. She averted her head and looked at Lycoan. She then chuckled at him.

"You knew me since we were kids." She said and walked towards him.

"I always knew you were different," Lycaon said. "Free me, now." He then added.

Leserli smiled and shook her head. "You tried to kill my brother." She then gazed at Lycaon. "Do you know what it means to me?"

Lycaon furrowed at her. She came closer and took the sword from his head. He looked at her with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

Leserli then raised the sword at him.

80. The calm before storm