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As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. 

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” 

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” 

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”  
 
“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. 

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. 

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. 

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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Stolen by the Rebel King

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Once again, Francessa Seibert's words had inflamed the crowd. Everything made sense now. They saw it with their own eyes. Their queen was supposed to be powerless, yet she could produce fire.

Queen Daphne must have been responsible for the fire!

What a cruel and bloodthirsty woman! To think she would go so far to win a parade!

The citizens scuttled away from Daphne with silent screams in their eyes, some of them already beginning to barricade themselves indoors as though it would save them from Daphne's wrath. The streets were once again filled with fear, this time caused entirely by Daphne's presence.

"I didn't―" Daphne began, but everyone was too busy panicking to listen.

She glared hotly at Francessa, who only gave her a placid, minuscule smile in response. Daphne had never wanted to reveal her powers like this, nor cause the crowd to panic, but of course, Francessa had managed to weaponize such an unexpected occurrence for her own benefit!

Sullied Reputation IV