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Sorine belongs to Eric.
Eric belongs to Sorine.

But do they really belong with each other?


Among the walls of the castle of Newarfa is a whispered distaste for Sorine as she is the lover of the Crown Prince of the Royal Family of Newar.

But the Crown Prince is to be bound to someone else.

She becomes the other woman with just the slur of a word, the flick of a finger and she begins to wonder of the indispensability of her own relationship.

What was she? What was she meant to be? Just a maid caught in a castle or more.

That's when he comes in. 

Prince Demian Lemarke.

The Prince who is allegedly cursed, devilish power swelling under him, around his veins.

He has big plans and he would allow her even more. She would be Queen, she wouldn't be tied to the name of anyone else. She would own herself. She would be Sorine, not the lover of the Crown Prince, not his pet but herself. She would own herself.

Sorine gets caught up in the tangle of a Royal Mess, unable to choose between her old trusty love with Eric who is now appearing hopeless, and Prince Demian who had saved her life‌ while planning to kill the very king who had threatened her life to usurp the throne.

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"Who are you?"

The dark burgundy eyes glinted under the cover of the shadow cast by the yellow lamp and the eyes flicker like another flame along the darkness. This man just witnessed an intimate exchange between a maid and the Crown Prince. 

The man steps out of the darkness and she gasped quietly. It was no normal man but the younger son of the King, and brother to her lover— Prince Demian. Better known as the Demon Prince for his tumultuous temper among the golden walls of the castle.

"Don't mind me, darling" He ran a rugged hand through his hair, casting light along the black markings of wings— angel wings, that ran along his left side. 
His eyes glinted when he continued,

"I am just a good ol' voyeur spying on my brother's sins."

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WARNING: 
•DEPICTIONS OF WAR AND GORE, DARK ROMANCE AND LOVE TRIANGLE.

•WORK HAS MATURE CONTENT

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