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seventeen year old Emilia has always believed she would live a simple and loving lifestyle in the palace, until she discovered a secret about her family which turns her world upside down.
          she meets Prince Daemon and learns about the curse and her fate. 
she has to decide either to break the curse or be broken by it. 
what will she do.

Bound To The Cursed Prince

I didn't know why, but I felt a deep connection with Daemon. I found myself trying to convince myself that I didn't love him yet.

Then I heard his soothing voice behind me," what's that book in your hands".

I shook, I was so engulfed in my thoughts, I absolutely forgot I found the key to our problem.

I replied "I found a book. It's like it contains the final truth we need".

He looked at me. Then walked towards me.

The pages glowed faintly, marked with rituals, bloodlines, and prophecies written in both the old tongue and the common one.

And there ,tucked between the last two pages , was a folded letter. Yellowed with age. Sealed with red wax stamped with a crescent moon.

Daemon stared at it. He didn't move.

"It's hers," he whispered. "My mother's seal."

With shaking fingers, he broke the seal and opened it.

The Letter (Handwritten by Daemon's Mother)

If you are reading this, then the curse did not destroy you. And for that, I am already grateful beyond measure.

They told me you would grow bitter. That your eyes would turn to silver and your heart to ash. But I don't believe it. I have seen the kindness in you, even as a child. You were born of love ,not hatred. And love, my darling boy, is the only thing that can undo what was done.

The curse began when your great-grandfather tried to bind fate , to control magic through blood sacrifice. He demanded loyalty from the stars, and when they refused, he stole it. The curse was not punishment. It was consequence.

But magic leaves a door open. Always.

You must find the one who sees you, not the crown. Who holds your hand not to tame the curse, but to stand with you inside it. When the bond is made , truly made , you must complete the ritual not with power, but with choice.

You must stand before the altar of flame and shadow, and speak the vow from the book aloud — together. If either of you wavers, the curse will claim you both. If your love is real, it will set you free. But freedom may not look how you expect it.

Sometimes, the curse doesn't break. Sometimes… you become something greater than it.

I love you. And I believe in the man you've become ,no matter how the world sees you.

When Daemon lowered the letter, his hands trembled.

"She knew," he said softly. "She knew this day would come."

I touched his shoulder, then reached for the book again. The ritual was clear now , a bond sealed by choice, completed under flame and shadow, where we would either be undone… or reborn.

"We have the book," i said. "The letter. The instructions. All of it."

"But the hardest part is still ahead. We have to mean it. We have to give everything."

Daemon closed the letter and tucked it back inside the book.

"Then we give everything," he said. "Together."

We stood in the silence of the ancient library, bound not by fate ,but by choice.

And somewhere far above, the stars began to shift.

We decided to stay there for the next twenty days to build on our love.

I told the guards that followed us earlier to return to the palace and tell my parents that I'll be back in twenty days.

I thought it was quite crazy, because I've never lived with anyone before.

The Final Truth...