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Diana opened her eyes on the cold stone floor, her back against the wall. Her longtime friend, thankfully, was still in her grasp. The chill of the stone seeped into her as the metallic scent of blood filled the air. Her divine power was gone, leaving her unable to heal him. The divine energy she'd imbued him with earlier would prevent death, but not the agony. It's alright, she thought, steeling her stunned mind against the sudden shift in their situation. A burning sensation pricked at her eyes,…- 32.0 K • Ongoing
- Diana silently took another sip of tea. “Get me a stimulant. Grade 6 or lower.” “You know the side effects of Grade 6 and lower, don't you?” Hallucinations, delirium, sensory disturbances, memory confusion. Grade 6 and lower were unapproved drugs, dangerous to the body. “But the momentary stimulating effect is excellent, isn’t it?” “Do you really intend to torture him?” “Why else would I ask for such a thing?” “I don’t understand…” Mone muttered to…
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- Mone’s face became a mask of confusion. “Why? I thought you trusted me, that I was the only loyal one left by your side. Wasn't that why you even asked me for such a favor?” “I only told you to leave things be.” “I understood that to mean you knew I wouldn't do anything more.” “That's one way to interpret it. But it’s not true.” Diana tested him, pausing strategically, letting him dig his own grave with his curiosity. “Do you suspect the scribe?” A flicker of a…
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*** Vivian was no longer in the private room; Flora was alone. She recalled Vivian at breakfast that morning, her rose-petal pink lips curving into a soft smile, her deep green eyes alight with a gentle warmth. "Vivian seems to have grown even sweeter," Flora murmured to herself. She pictured her younger sister, struggling to eat her carrots and shyly asking to trade her soup, her lovely eyes darting around the table, gauging the family’s reaction. And then, the quiet relief that washed over…- 72.7 K • Ongoing
- The Baroness's odd reaction that day bothers me. I didn't notice it then, but looking back, it's suspicious. Then, Vivian recalled a strange rumor she’d heard shortly after her own debut. There was a scandal involving that Baroness who taught etiquette. I wondered why it suddenly surfaced. Could it have been Flora's revenge? It coincided with the period when Flora, now the Crown Princess, began to assert herself against injustice. I should look into this. Her mother hadn't stopped tormenting…
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- Vivian also recalled attending a ball in excruciatingly high heels. If Arthur hadn't been there to astutely escort her, her feet would have likely ended up in the same condition. Looking at Flora now, it was as if she'd been walking for ages in stiff leather high heels. Who could have done this to her? It couldn't have happened just once or twice. Flora's neck seemed stiff, too. A puzzled Vivian gently touched the nape of her sister's neck. "Hnh..." Flora let out a stifled gasp, as if holding her…
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Every Sunday, the Count's family would set off for church early in the morning by carriage. Even the prodigal son, who spent his weekdays steeped in liquor, accompanied them without complaint on this day. After seeing them off, the servants returned to their rooms to change into their Sunday best. Ellie, dressed in a neat, blue-gray dress, twirled in front of Daniel. “What do you think?” Daniel scrutinized her with a critical eye, like a strict tutor. It wasn't perfect, but it was a much…- 29.7 K • Ongoing
“I’ve received your latest submission.” Lilian breathed a sigh of relief at the complimentary opening of the letter. However, it wasn’t all praise. “The portrayal of emotions stemming from actions was well-done, but the love for the other person didn’t quite come through.” The editor was right. Cairn wasn’t a lover, just a friend. Lilian desperately clung to that belief. A sudden, impulsive kiss wouldn’t convey romantic love. It was strangely revealing how much of her…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
Duke Delcart, having just returned from conquering yet another kingdom, flinched at the sight of Prince Karta steeped in worry. “If you’re thinking of running, I’ll only take one arm. Consider it a special pardon.” The Duke, backpedaling, forced a smile and approached the prince. “Your Highness. I took a shortcut and arrived a bit early.” The prince nodded, his gaze fixed on the knights just entering the palace. “Do you have any further commands?” the perceptive Duke inquired. Karta…- 39.4 K • Ongoing
- She was trapped, bound to the Emperor, with no escape, not even in her own homeland. Death was the only freedom she could imagine. “I won’t.” His quiet defiance made her frown. He lowered his voice, speaking with a chilling calmness. “If you try to die ten times, I will save you ten times.” “You’re just like your father.” She glared at him with disgust before closing her eyes. Karta smiled. “I’m glad. That I’m like His Majesty.” She didn’t respond. He gently…
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