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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

Vidarr stood in front of the huge door in the castle of Ozias. He gazed up at it from bottom to top. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the door always made him suspicious. The lock on it and the huge size of it was the cause of suspicion.

"What stops you here?" The voice of the crown prince of the castle spoke from behind.

Vidarr gasped by sudden voice and turned around in the spur of the moment. "Huh?" He said and faced him.

The first son and the crown prince of the Ozias came towards him. "What are you looking at?" He said to Vidarr.

Vidarr didn't react suspiciously to him, he spoke in a calm manner. "The huge door," Vidarr said.

"I can see that?" The price said. "What made you stop at the door?" He then asked.

"It's hugeness," Vidarr said. "And the always lock that it has." Vidarr then added and looked the prince into his eyes.

"Do you suspect it for something?" The crown prince asked.

113. The truth of Ozias