Mary Moore
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On our way, I've seen a few knights rushing towards the direction we were heading. Just what was going on? Sam only said he'd spar with Fabian! Did they end up trying to kill each other? But that made little sense. If Sam and Fabian were the ones who were sparring, the royal knights wouldn't be disconcerted. A feud between Sam and his people would be the least of their concerns. Unless Sam finally lost his mind and started wreaking havoc! 'Really… while I was daydreaming!' I ground my teeth, as Sam…
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"They have not transferred all my belongings yet," I murmured as I let out a sigh. "It would be nice to read while I wait for Sam." "Happy thoughts, Lilou! Let's think of happy thoughts only!" I marched towards the divan, sitting down as I gazed at my foot. "My feet look nice now." Yes, this should be a good thing to notice. It looked nice now that I looked at them. My toenails were clean of dirt, wiggling my toes, which made me smile. "They looked like feet of a… noble lady." I frowned as I…
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"Catharsis." "Lancelot." Two legendary swords clashed, causing a strong force distorting the peacefulness and quietness of the night. One glowed in bright red, while darkness shrouded the other. "The flames and darkness of hell colliding," Fabian murmured as he watched the sparks each time their blades heavily crashed against each other. "Lancelot." His eyes fell on Stefan's long sword, Lancelot, a long sword, glowing in deep red, thirsty for its enemy's blood…? and life. The expression in…
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Sam didn't hug me back, nor did he push me away. He just stood there like a statue until the maids arrived. Sam and Fabian proceeded with their plan while the maids bathe me and prepared me for my wedding night. However, what the… "You want me to wear… that?" I barely managed to speak after a long silence, as my nightdress was shockingly revealing. Although I had nothing to hide from Sam anymore, imagining myself wearing something that could purposely incite his… hunger felt embarrassing.…
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Normally, applause would resonate across the hall once we seal our marriage with a kiss. However, no one clapped upon sealing our marriage with a bite. My lip felt numb as it immediately grew swollen. The smile on his lips didn't reach his eyes. The anger blazing in his bright, menacing eyes was clear. "Will you finally kill me tonight?" I asked as we stood unmoving, gazing up at each other. "If not, how painful would I be in? How many of my bones will you break?" "You quite have a risque…
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I walked down the candle-lit pathway leading towards the altar. Red petals that were akin to drop of blood on the floor, intense pairs of crimson eyes that vibrantly glowed like rubies in this barely lit palace chapel… what a wedding. At the end of the aisle stood the man I had imagined marrying countless times. But unlike the loving and gentle smile I had expected, Sam was… it felt like the devil itself was smiling at me. It didn't give me a bit of excitement, but I didn't hate the thought of…
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I had imagined what our wedding would look like many times. Held on a beautiful, cloudless day, I envisioned myself walking down the aisle, holding a sheaf of wheat and chaplets of beautiful flowers on my head. If I had a veil, behind it was a smile as I looked to my left. There, I would see Old Olly, the children, and others smiling back at me. Maybe Old Olly would cry, as she had been a mother to me. My heart would warm up as I hold back my tears of happiness. And then, turn to my right to see…
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"Tonight. We're getting married tonight." My mind short-circuited momentarily. Did I hear him correctly? He had already said it earlier, but I didn't think he truly meant it! "Come on, brother." Dominique was the first to recover as he chuckled. "How can you get married with no plans? Even your bride is surprised!" "You're getting married knowing the circumstances? Aren't you playing so much?" Another prince chimed in with mockery and awkwardness. "Your Majesty, you can't just approve this…
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I didn't know a simple kiss on the cheek would shock him into silence, but that was better as we smoothly approached the dining hall without a problem. Unlike usual, almost all the seats were all occupied, as the lively chattering resonated across the dining hall. When we came in, the liveliness suddenly died down as all eyes were on both of us. Sam strutted in with an air of confidence. While I kept my manners whilst ignoring the awkwardness from their odd gazes. "Gree—" I was stopped in…
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"I don't want to look ugly!" she cried out in panic. Samael froze for a moment before he asked, "Who said that?" and he strutted towards her, stopping when she's within his reach. He couldn't understand the strange fury that surged in his heart with the sheer thought of her thinking that way. He never felt that — not before or now in this fickle state — she was an embarrassment… if anything, this unfamiliar sense of shame stabbed his gut. "No, it's not… that," she answered, barely reaching…
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