Yara_Moon

*An Immortal Handsome Doctor With no filter ,A Drama king ,  Two and a half warriors. One undead princess. Nine kingdoms. one Forbidden Island ... 

After being mysteriously revived from death, Princess Faye finds herself changed — stronger, faster, and very not human. With no memory of her past and a dangerous new hunger growing inside her, she joins a reluctant royal, two silent knights, a very loud ex-doctor, and a clueless sidekick on a journey through nine kingdoms.

Their goal?
 Find the rare dragonblood that might restore Faye’s memories.
 Survive the monsters, curses, bounty hunters, and political traps waiting in every land.
 Uncover the truth about Faye’s forgotten past — and why she was assassinated in the first place.

But the real wildcard isn’t the monsters. It’s the man leading the way.

Bom: immortal, reckless, brilliant, and possibly clinically insane.

If the monsters don’t kill them, Bom’s decisions just might.

Reborn As A Pretty Monster

Chapter 25: Bom's POV

Seriously? This stupid king. But I'll admit—he did tell the fake king-killer stories pretty well. Almost convincing. Until our dear, brave, oh-so-loyal Hector had a genius moment of brilliance:

Let the royal crest on his sword shine like a damn lighthouse.

Great. Hi everyone, yes, the king killer is actually a king and this is his knight. Hehehe. We're screwed.

Villager 1: "One of them is a KING!"

Villager 2: "Liar!"

Villager 3: "Let's eat them all!"

Oh, fantastic. I like eating, but I'm not ready to be the food, thank you very much.

Faye spun to Regis. "What do we do?!"

Regis grabbed her protectively. "We'll find a way out!"

Bob? Poor Bob was already halfway through a mental breakdown. I swear he nearly pissed himself.

I leaned in and whispered, "Okay. I'll do something. The moment I move, you all RUN. Got it?"

And then—BAM—the villagers rushed us.

I lit up the tavern with red thunder, crackling across the room like fireworks. Bong! Bong! BOOM! We exploded out the door while half the town screamed behind us.

Faye: "The tavern—it's on fire!"

Bob: "I DON'T CARE, JUST RUN!"

Me: "Agreed. Get the hell out!"

We sprinted through the smoke and chaos, but some villagers were still coming, fast and furious. Others stayed behind to stop the flames… or save their furniture. Whatever.

Clavis: "They're still coming. Let's finish this."

Hector: Nods once, deadly calm.

Me: "Okay, your turn, knights."

And I? I stood there like a princess waiting to be rescued. I was exhausted. Immortal doesn't mean unlimited energy, people.

Hector stepped forward first, sword gleaming with blood-red reflections from the burning tavern behind us.

The first villager lunged—slash. Hector spun, steel singing, slicing clean through the man's weapon.

Clavis was faster, quieter. One villager charged him, and Clavis ducked low, sweeping the man's legs out from under him before driving his blade down.

A second wave came. Hector roared, parried two strikes, and knocked one attacker unconscious with his elbow.

Clavis: "Three more on your left."

Hector: "Handled."

Steel flashed. Blood sprayed. They fought like twin demons made of shadow and ice.

Within minutes, the villagers were on the ground—moaning, groaning, or gone.

We made it to the carriage. Hector wiped blood off his blade while Regis yelled, "Hector! Fix the damn wheel before more come!"

Clavis stood guard while Hector got to work. He repaired the carriage in record time.

We all piled in. Hector and Clavis climbed up front. And we left Daggermire behind.

Because of course—not even ten minutes into the snowy road to Klapitia—something felt… wrong.

I turned to Regis and said what we were all thinking:

"We're never going to get a day off, are we?"

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