Alancaster

A  lowly slave finds herself at odds with the merciless crown prince, their fates dangerously entwined, and meant to separate only with her inevitable death by his hand.

Sold to a brothel as a child, she wore the mask of insanity to escape the brutal clutches of life that awaited her, but it only brought her to another hell. She persisted, hoping to one day find her freedom and return to the ethereal valleys where she was born.

All Alyssane desired was to find her home.

One night of mystery and murder thrusts her into a dangerous game-shards of her memories are missing, she is accused of a fatal crime she could not escape, and her path entangles her with the cruel prince.

She knows how things would end.

But deceiving fates could be impossible when the man supposed to end her life is both her captive and her savior, when he is cold and menacing yet so easily mesmerizes her with his sweet nothings. 

His sins are known far wide and are darker than any nightmares plaguing her mind. She knows their fates together would entangle in a brutal mess, though it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering like a caged bird whenever he is near.

And he’s always near. 

Stirring a heat inside no forbidden thing ever should.

In a world where love is a treacherous game, and vicious schemes are whispered behind every shadow, Alyssane must use every ounce of her charm and cunning to survive, even if it means enchanting the cruel prince out for her blood.

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The crown prince's fingers trailed down her back, a slow, deliberate path that sent a shiver, half fear half something she did not dare name, through Alyssane. His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. 

“What are you hiding?”

He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as she defiantly met his eyes, “Maybe I don’t you to find out.”

A sly smile curled over his lips and he leaned in, his warmth flooded her heart with mixed emotions, in contrast to the coldness of his eyes with a thinly veiled threat, “Are you sure?”

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a dark promise. 

“Everything.”

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Thank you for stopping by~! Enchanting The Cruel Prince is in a beta phase that I am slowly developing by managing a few hours from my packed schedule. 

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Enchanting The Cruel Prince

Alyssane felt Kazmun's hand around her, and a burning ache seared through her heart.

She could not hear what he said, nor could see anything but darkness as her body slightly shivered. 'Why is this happening? I only saw a small vision… what's wrong?'

"Alyssane," Kazmun's voice cut through the haze of her mind, "What's happening to you?"

She tried to speak, but a fit of coughing overtook her. Alyssane felt Kazmun stiffen. The hot blood stained her clothes, spilling down from her hands, a repulsive sensation that made her stomach churn.

"I don't know…" Alyssane gasped, "I don't understand…"

Alyssane nodded weakly, feeling a strange painfully soothing sensation in his presence despite the chaotic state of her mind. A few stationed knights immediately rushed to their aid, but Kazmun gestured for them to stop.

"Bring Lord Seraph," He commanded.

Crimson Magic