" SHE WAS GIVEN TO HIM, TO SAVE THE EMPIRE."



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" Did you hear, the princess is turning eighteen years old today? " One maid murmured to the other. The other answered, " Yes. Do you think he will be here? "



They were talking like the princess was not there. She was just a few feet ahead of them. Princess Kyra shakes her head helplessly and walks toward the throne room as her father asked her presence.



Princess Kyra Mary Ivy Qeania is the most beautiful woman in the Empire. She has curly blond hair and blue eyes. She had an Hourglass type of body. Everyone wants to be with her but her parents have already given her to someone before she was born. 




When she entered the throne room, everyone's eyes were cast downwards as she walked toward her father. Princess Kyra asks coldly, " Father, you called me. " Her father looked at her and replied, " Yes, HE asked for your presence at his place. So, you * sigh* have to leave in a few minutes. " 



Princess Kyra didn't show any expression on her face and replied, " Okay, I'll tell my maid to pack the things that I might need there. If nothing else, I'll take my leave. "



She bowed her head in respect to her father, The Emperor, and left. 



Who is HE? 



Why did her parents give her to someone before she was born?



Stay tuned to know what happens next.

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Queen Of Darkness

The air crackled with tension as the demon Belial lingered outside the imposing Stygian Castle. His piercing gaze met Sage's as he approached, an aura of authority surrounding him. "Is there any trouble?" he inquired, his voice low and steady. 


Sage, ever composed, responded, "No, my Lord." 


With a nod, Sage turned to re-enter the castle, a subtle gesture signaling his right-hand man to take his leave. Belial bowed his head, and in an instant, he vanished, leaving nothing but the lingering chill of his presence. 


Inside the castle, there was a palpable atmosphere of anticipation. Kyra stood surrounded by her maids, each carefully draping her in a striking red royal mantle—a vivid symbol of her status as the forthcoming successor. As the King’s wife, she awaited the moment when Sage would crown her with a regal purple mantle. 


MATCH MADE IN HELL