Banished From My Village And Mated To The Cursed Heir And His Brothers

[MATURE CONTENT] In a land plagued by creatures with a centuries old curse, the villagers of Ironedge are separated from the forest of Azar by beaded shaman strings to protect them from the dangers beyond. Yué was born different—silver hair the color of the moon and two toned eyes, the hue of shimmering gold and the Tamir ocean. Ever since he and his father moved to Ironedge 15 years ago, more beast attacks have been happening along the borders, causing the villagers to fear them. But when the Governor of Ironedge falls for Yué's unnatural beauty and his advances are rejected, he brings Yué to trial unfairly. For craving the touch of men, he is cast out into the forbidden Azar forest as all the others who were guilty before him to be devoured by wolves. But right when they start chomping, The Cursed Heir of Mythos himself saves Yué and brings him into a world of magic, danger, and secrets pertaining Yué’s family past he never knew existed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What to expect in this novel? - Dark Fantasy - Cultivation - Original Lore - There's curses, Chinese gods, and other cultures weaved into the areas around the map. - Fighting - Elves and magic and mythical creatures, including Wendigo's. So much more! Come check it out and be sure to join the discord! Discord: https://discord.gg/RHZcxJu8DM

TheLastRemnants · Fantasy
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23.| Soon You'll Take Her Place

Yuè rushed into the hall, eyes widening at the scene transpiring before him. There was a woman, a maid based on the uniform she wore, on the floor with food scattered all around her. There was a broken platter next to her and shattered glass from the goblet that rolled away, the remnants of its contents streaking across the polished floor. 

Lord Peyton stood over her fuming, his hand still raised from where he no doubt had stuck the woman across the face, if the red handprints that decorated the woman's cheek was anything to go by. Her sobs echoed throughout the hall, various other members of staff clearly watching, but making no move to help her. 

Yuè's couldn't stand by and allow this however. He moved forward, mindful of the broken glass, and placed a cautious hand on Peyton's raised one. 

He lowered it gently. "My Lord, please do not work yourself up." He said softly.