Eustoma_Reyna

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content]
Amidst the clash of desire and betrayal, who will dare to sacrifice everything for the sake of love?

With the ability to foresee the future, Tarah could propel kings to unprecedented heights of success or plunge them into the depths of irreversible failure. But when her kingdom fell, Tarah was forced to offer herself into servitude to her captor in exchange for her brother’s life, becoming a spy in a dangerous game against Ezekiel, the future Dragon King of Ebodia.

Haunted by a prophecy of his doom by a woman’s hand, Prince Ezekiel has meticulously avoided female company throughout his life. However, everything changed when he met Tarah, the new fated Seer of Ebodia. Initially only caring about ruling the world, Ezekiel now finds himself strongly enamored by Tarah, at the risk of losing sight of his own goals.

Caught between safeguarding her brother's life and the growing affection for the domineering ruler, Tarah faces a dilemma. Will she navigate this dangerous path, risking everything for her heart's desires?

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"You can't escape me. There's nowhere in this world where you can hide from my reach," Ezekiel whispered, his breath warm against her neck.

Her throat tightened as his lips grazed her skin.

With a firm yet gentle grip on her chin, he tilted her head, urging her to meet his intense gaze, causing her heart to pound in her chest.

"I'm here to make you remember every detail of the agony you've caused me," he declared.

"Agony?!" she protested.

"Yes, your cruel betrayal. Leaving me, breaking your promise..."

The Crown's Fire

In the other chamber, Ezekiel lay unconscious as Sibil diligently worked on extracting Vulcan's soul from his body. It was a daunting task, as no one had ever attempted such a feat before—at least not in recorded history. Nonetheless, Sibil was determined to fulfill his master's wishes.

"Let's see what makes you tick, Your Majesty…" Sibil muttered to himself as he cautiously began his magical probing of the king's body. His goal was clear: to extract Vulcan's soul and trap it within a magical box for his master's use.

"A dragon with this much power shouldn't be this docile," he pondered aloud, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Surely, there is more to this than meets the eye."

The Golden Dragon’s Sword