Ace_zza

Medusa is a young lady who suffers from blemishes in her past and reincarnates into another body for vengeance against the kind that murdered her and her family.

 A body with two souls. One of vengeance and the other void of emotions; the master and the servant. Her mission leads her to the kingdom of Dragsholm, the beginning of an end, upon its castle shackled as a captive.

 She didn't only discover the secrecy buried within her past, her encounter with the demon became another nightmare, impossible to eschew.

 Is she the pushinent or the punisher? The cure or its poison? Would prophecy play its course or would it be damned?



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“Ethereal love,

a myth whispered by fools.”

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Shackles Of The Past

 As she stepped out of her carriage, the soft rain drizzle cast a misty veil over the castle grounds bathing its surface in gloominess. 


 She was covered with a luxurious velvet cloak, its rich burgundy tint complementing the dark emerald green of her gown. The intricate embroidery tracing delicate vines and leaves showcased the finest craftsmanship. 


 At one step, one could notice the thick plush pile, perhaps protecting her from the chill, and the fitted silhouette accentuating her elegant gown. 


 Her rich black hair peeked from the cap of the cloak, and the delicate folds and creases of the fabric moved in response to the lady’s steps and movements. 


 Lough and behold, her presence commanded foreign yet familar attention to her spectators. Among them include: the Duchess, Lady Camilla, and a few officials awaiting the presence of their guest. 


Chapter 59- A Cold Weather