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The King of the almighty South Empire holds a ball in courtesy of his daughter's birthday as an avenue for her to find a young man to marry because, he felt like he was going to die soon and he wanted to fulfill all his wishes on his bucket list before he actually kicked it. Which getting his daughter (Princess Rosaline) married to an eligible bachelor was apart of.
23 year old Princess Rosaline meets a fine young man -whom she names Mr. Good Looks - at a bar in a drunken state the night of the ball. She had ran away with the help of her personal maid and best friend (Mira) and her fianceé (Fredrick) who was a palace guard. Princess Rosaline had lost track of time and ended up getting to the palace after it was cancelled because the King found out about his daughter's absence. 
Rosaline is then forced to marry Prince Rexford. Prince of the Wearlof Empire. A powerful neighbouring Empire to the South Empire. He's chivalrous and let's not forget about his looks but little did she know about his little agendas.
She crosses paths with Mr. Good Looks again and falls in love with him. A guy who she only saw at night and would sneak into her room and she wouldn't even know how he got in but, she never questioned him because she trusted him and all she knew about him was his name! 
Mr. Good Looks finally uncovers all his secrets to her and her entire world shook. She was finally able to connect all the dots and discover all about Prince Rexford. In a feud between love and power, there is a thin line of hatred. At least, all is fair in love and war...right?

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Strangest Kind Of Love

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"Is...is that a..." I gulped down my last few words. So, this was what Raphael was all along. I had prepared to see a blood-sucking human but this? Was this beast that stood in front of me really my Raphael? But the eyes of this...beast were the same as Raphael's that night. "...a werewolf" the words fell right out of my mouth in a sigh.

"God damn you, Raphael!" William exclaimed. I looked at him and he was almost pulling out the inky black hair on his head out of frustration but, the soul eater in my arms was as calm as ever. I watched William patiently, waiting for him to explain to me what was happening and needed to be done but he just sat there, with his head buried into his legs.

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