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A man who traveled through time to save his first love has given up everything he had just to help her get her birthright. A Princess who is scared of fighting for that which belongs to her finds someone willing to help her. 

She however believes nothing comes for free and when he tells her what he wants in return, she finds the deal she is offered reasonable and accepts. She trusts no one and when her walls began to crack open to give way to the handsome man who made himself a terror for her sake, things go south. 

About the characters:
The fashion designer who is a princess and tasked with the mission of getting what belongs to her and saving her people. 

How long will her walls last high up protecting her? How large will the crack in her walls be and when she faces hardships because of love will she close up her cracks or will those cracks further open?

The time traveler who wants her by all means because time is short for him has a fearful reputation so he could be strong for her. How long his patience will last when made to await love for so long and when it runs out, what will it be like?


Warning:
Slow love
Slow vengeance
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Don't expect the love to begin from the first chapter and don't expect a cruel villainess.

Royal Princess: Doted on by the Mafia King

When they were outside away from the fire that seemed to have engulfed the whole store, Anna raised her head and stared around as the fire trucks made their way towards the restaurant.

"Where is Rose?" she finally asked with her voice slightly hoarse due to smoke she inhaled earlier.

Debby froze as fear gripped her heart. She pointed at the burning building and began crying as she found it hard to form the words and let it out her mouth.

"Where is my sister?" Anna began crying too.

"Hey relax. Wayne and I will look around. We have to find her around," Eric said after he calmed down from the earlier panic.

"I think I saw her run out," Noah said but shook her head when she remembered it was only the dress she saw not the face of the person. The person did not even spare them a glance and she could not think of Rose running out without looking at where they once sat.

The fire