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" 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

Kyra and Sage sat on opposite ends of the bed, a thick blanket of awkwardness enveloping the space between them. They exchanged hesitant glances, each searching the room for something—anything—that might shatter the silence hanging heavily in the air. 


It was, without a doubt, the most uncomfortable moment they had ever faced. 


Kyra's fingers gripped the bedspread, twisting the fabric in a mix of anxiety and uncertainty while Sage turned away, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to gather his thoughts. The pressure to say something—anything—was overwhelming. His mind raced, desperate for an excuse that wouldn't feel like one. With a deep, steadying breath, he finally faced her. 


"Um… According to the ritual, I… You…" Frustration creased his brow as he stammered over his words. He paused, inhaling deeply, then tried again. "We have to stay in one room, so… that's why I'm here." 


UNCOMFORTABLE