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..."

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The Crown's Fire

Merlot gave a curt nod, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on her. "Good. I trust there will be no mistakes."

As he stepped closer, Floria made her move. She approached him with a deliberate softness, letting her expression shift into one of vulnerability.

"Master…" she murmured, her voice low and trembling. "Do you remember how we first met?"

He paused, his expression unreadable. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

Floria reached out, placing her hand lightly on his chest. "You hated my blonde hair," she said, her lips curling into a faint, wistful smile. "You said it reminded you of the sun, and you couldn't stand the brightness. That's why… every time you prepared to transfer my soul, you chose a raven-haired vessel."

Merlot tilted his head, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "Yes, I recall," he replied. "It was a ridiculous quirk of mine, wasn't it? But I preferred the darkness. It suited you better."

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