Reveries_

"I will be posting this story on Royal Road.com " 
In the enchanting realm of the Forest Empire, a war hero named Maximilian and a captivating noble lady, Sienna, fell deeply in love. Their romance blossomed amidst the chaos of battle, their bond forged through shared triumphs and sorrows.

However, their happiness was not destined to last. Bitter betrayals and misunderstandings tore the lovers apart, leaving Sienna to reluctantly accept an unhappy marriage to a man she did not love. Maximilian, heartbroken, turned to his loyal comrade-in-arms, Amara's, and the two wed.

Though Amara's faced hostility from those who coveted Maximilian's affections, her unwavering devotion never wavered. She cherished her husband, determined to mend the rift that had formed between them.

Tragically, Amara's one day witnessed Maximilian and his former lover in a passionate embrace. Consumed by the agony of betrayal, she demanded a divorce, leading to a violent confrontation that left her confined and isolated.

In this state of duress, Confined and isolated, Maryanna gave birth to twins. Due to the medicine someone was feeding her, she had a mental break and attempted to harm her own children before narrowly escaping her imprisonment. Wracked with the anguish of her actions, she believes her twins are dead because of her.

Amara's ultimate fate remains shrouded in mystery, her disappearance leaving those she left behind haunted by whispers of her tragic demise.

Will Amara's find the strength to overcome her anguish and reclaim her life? Can Amara's love for Maximilian withstand the tempestuous storms that have battered their union? 

is she going to be happy ?
or she will go back to her old life ? 

( it contains violence)

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"I made a mistake; that's all it was."
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"You cannot force me to sleep with you, even if I am your wife."

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"No! Please, untie me now!"
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" will you marry me?"
"Yes."
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"He doesn't love you; he loves me!"
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"Max, please let me go. I don't want to live like this."
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"Do you love me? My love, I know you don't, so please sign this paper."
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"Mother-in-law, I did not kill my children! I did not hurt them. Max, please believe me!"

slave of the blue eyes

"she ... She was my childhood friend. When my mother passed away, she stood by my side, sharing in my pain. When my father remarried, she was my supporter.....

I won't deny it—I didn't like her at first. But your question*"She was my childhood friend. Hmm When my mother passed away, she stood by my side, sharing my pain. When my father remarried, she was my supporters Maybe that's why I can't bring myself to let her go, despite the hurt she's caused, the lies she's told, and the embarrassment she's brought upon me."*

Max's voice was steady, but there was a distant look in his eyes.

*"I won't deny it—I didn't like her at first. But your question lingers: Why am I still with her? It's the memories that bind me. I can't seem to let go of the past—maybe it's the promise I made or the happy moments we once had.i did trust her i told everything . İ don't know..."* He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head.* But She is not my future, I know that. İ need to forget "*

He was drunk—but not enough to forget. His words were raw, unfiltered, yet he knew exactly what he was saying..

Amara whispered, "I don't understand," her voice barely breaking the stillness, yet Max caught the tremor in her words. He turned to her, surprise flickering in his eyes. "You don't understand?" he echoed, curiosity piqued.

With a slight tremor in her heart, Amara met his gaze, a mixture of fear and determination swirling within her. She took a step closer, crossing the invisible line that separated them. "Yes," she said, her tone firming as confidence surged. "I don't understand why you're sad."

Her voice hung in the air, fragile yet resolute, and Max's eyes widened, astonished by her boldness. He remained silent, a silent invitation for her to continue.

"You don't trust her," she pressed, her heart racing. "If you did, why didn't you tell her you're the heir?"

Amara understood that she was no friend to him. Yet tonight, even as he teetered on the edge of drunkenness, she felt an undeniable urge to confront him, to speak her truth. Tomorrow might bring departure, and she didn't want to leave without saying what had long been bottled up inside her.

For too long, she had yearned to share laughter and conversation, but instead, she had settled for the role of a silent shadow in his life. She watched him from distance.

"How do you know that?" Max asked, his gaze piercing into hers.

"You're the princess's son; it's supposed to be you," Amara replied, her voice steady, though she was lying. The truth was, she had overheard a conversation between Max and her father.

"Amara, she knows that too, but she didn't…" Max trailed off, his words hanging in the air. His eyes locked onto hers, and an unsettling silence fell between them.

"What are you going to do now? Are you still..." Amara finally asked.

"Then What are you going to do now?" She asked.

" Well, I'm 21 I think I'm going to get married when my father chooses someone, or maybe I'll choose myself," he said, opening his eyes wide. A smile crept across his face as he added, "I have someone in mind."

He looked directly into Amara's eyes, but she quickly turned her face away.

"What about you, Amara?" Max shifted the topic.

"Excuse me?" Amara replied, surprised.

"I heard you're leaving today or tomorrow. Why?" he asked.

""I have to go to my parents' house. I miss them. I was away from home for more than three years because of the war. They must miss me too. You know I came here when I was just 14 or 15," Amara said.

Max, however, only laughed in response. He knew her too well. Whenever Amara lied, she had a habit of over-explaining.

"You miss them?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he stood up and lazily dropped onto the couch. His smirk lingered, daring her to keep up the act.

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