Dy_zamite

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]
He's cold,
He's unspoken,
He's powerful,
He's a beauty identical to that of a god,
His walls are up,
And he's... something else.
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Sylvia, a Silver-Haired destined for greatness, finds herself thrust into the heart of the Empire's machinations when her father's life hangs in the balance. In the hands of a man known as the most powerful warlock, she discovers a world of intrigue and desire she never knew existed.

Cold and unspoken, yet possessing a beauty akin to that of a god, the enigmatic warlock holds Sylvia captive not only with his power but with the mysteries that surround him. As their paths intertwine in an arranged marriage, Sylvia is swept into a whirlwind of passion and danger, where the flames of desire threaten to consume them both.

But beneath the warlock's icy exterior lies a heart yearning for something more, and Sylvia may hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his past. Will they succumb to the forces that seek to tear them apart, or will love conquer all in the face of darkness? Join Sylvia and the mysterious warlock on a journey of discovery and redemption in this captivating tale of magic, betrayal, and the power of love.

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This is the First Installation of the Silver Saga but can be read as a Standalone.

Book One: SILVER-HAIRED 
Book Two: SILVER-HEART
Book Three: SILVER-HEX
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Cover is mine.

SILVER-HAIRED

BOOK ALERT!

I never actually thought I would be in times of war, I never thought I would experience it first hand, and more I never thought I would be in a position where I would have to pray for my husband's safe return.

It was the temple bells. I placed my palms together, bending my head and closing my eyes. It has been two months since I found out my husband was at war, two months since my unfortunate accident and the death of Princess Alice. Dear gods of this land, I pray for a safe return for my husband, please. My body trembled, it has been nothing but torture without him, I barely slept and I couldn't help but feel worried all the time or be in a daze of what he might be passing through over there, I knew nothing of what a battlefield would be like but I could only imagine, please gods and goddess, let him come back to me, let him come back to us.

I will wait for you Cedric, I didn't mind how long as long as he comes back.

Good News