Mark of the Destined Princess

nd was busy searching for her kerchie

hink of holding the cloth. The man might have asked for a new pair of cloth in exchange for her st

nd brown danced on her irises while white strands of hair swayed in the gentle wind. He blinked, slig

me out from a painting. Too handsome to be true and something about the way he pressed his naturally red lips together told her that he is not an ordinary person at all. He was wearing a black suit with gold lining in the neck and the lower layer of the sleeve strained on his body matched with a black satin cloak. She didn't miss the black

rned to her right. Her eyes widened at the polished shoes stepping at the two necklaces she just bought a while a

ed up and yelled "What is your problem?!" the man intentiona

rist and putting his kerchief and a seam of coins in her hand, turning to look

ically before walking towards the man who had a pair of bl

the seam was for compensation for what his friend did, she didn't need that. She wants an exp

den, still wearing his deadpan expression; tucking his hands in

et lit up the place where Seira and the mysterious man were standing a few feet away from each o

wo men finally merged into the crowd. She bit her lower lip;

herself, completely forgetting the

ged to push herself to the jam of people entering the train. She took a deep breath and sat on a vaca

people around her discuss wicked things about her that made her even tenser. Although she

day so please don't block the doors. We will be movi

d at the exact time she spotted the

as she is now starting to feel the fatigue of her body and the burning of her wounds. Tired was an understatement of what she was feeling. She was emotionally, physically, and mentally

; still fixated on the dark su

-aged woman with a child in her

time since someone asked her that. She swallowed the lump

ing and just nodded at her with a consoling smile; proceede

remark to them, accused of being a thief and no one helped her. The two persons that will prove her freaking innocence denied her, pushed f

end, Billy, even Circe can pass as a companion for a day. Sighing, she closed her eyes, hoping that she forgot all the

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s starting to move again?" The

o anything or just stands beside him. Well, he guessed anyone would feel the same way when Kyrian Azrael Nathrezim, the crowned prince of Adeosian Kingdom and was named as 'Prince of Death' was standing behind them. He was the epitome of perfec

ioned about him stepping and intentionally breaking t

ay," Kyrian s

ed, typic

hat I would be able to stare at mesmerizing amber irises in my life" He looked up at the orangish s

o anything, I d

do you remember her with those eyes?" It is a question he knows for sure he will never get an answer to. Kyr

er," said Kyrian, tur

his mouth shut, fully aware if he opens his mouth