Slave Wife To The Captive Prince

promises, her heart skipped a beat, precipitating a cascade of

doubts. Ronan's expression remained inscrutable, his eyes still locked onto hers with an unyielding intensity, yet he chose not

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was abruptly disrupted by Elara, who burst into the room, looking flustered, and exclaimed, "You

worst-case scenarios, and she couldn't help but wonder. What did he want fro

se, you must calm down. Maybe it's not as bad as you think," Elara said, tryin

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sparkled with curiosity, and she felt an overwhelmi

playing on her lips, saying, "Where do I even start, and how much should I reveal?" Ronan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smirke

hing about you, Young Master," Niahm said formally, Ronan ceased his bro

n't want to tell me, after

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er gaze became fixed on Ronan, who wa

had prompted this unexpected attention, "May I?" Ronan asked, his voice low and husky, as he re

Young Master, what do you want to....," sh

d cutting her off, his fingers al

focused on the sketch, his silverpoint moved deftly across the paper, capturing the gent

oint on parchment, the soft focus of his eyes as he concentrated, and the sense of calm that washed

do you think, and does this capture the essence of your being?

e of wonder at the likeness Ronan had capture

ctedly met Ronan's; he wasn't looking at her,

gazing at his eyes. She couldn't look away, could

d crash echoed from the hallway, followed by the sound of footsteps and

away. She rose to her feet, smoothing her robe, atlas

've received a message from the north. Blackstone's army, fueled by dark magic and ruthless amb

ected, and their leader, Grimgar, was rumored to possess unhol

, "Gather the council, we need to discuss our strategy. I w

topped him, "Orion, send an alarm to our warriors

oment, their eyes locked, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Then his gaz

illages, where it's safe. I'll send a small

urprise, "What? No, R

g with a mix of frustration and anger,

on't want

ion, "You'll do as you're told. I won't be swayed b

unyielding gaze. She felt a chill run do

his face grim, "Your Highness, we mu

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hey closed in, forming a tight circle around her, the air grew thick with tension. Sudden

eps echoing through the night; they esco

e sound of horses' hooves, and she

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he darkness for any sign of danger. Niamh's heart raced

h of steel on steel. They drew their swords, forming a tight

lung to the curtains, her heart racing as they thundered through the darkness. Arrow

gure leapt from the shadows, grabbing her

the moonlight revealing the twisted face of