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Heidi and the Lord

An adopted child, Heidi was a smart and obedient girl because she had to be. Used as a scapegoat by her family, she was sent to become the political bridge between two empires. Taken in by the House of the infamous White King, Lord Nicholas Rune, she would be cared for and supervised until her wedding with his cousin, Warren Lawson. A man whose gentle appearance and benevolent manner earned him the title White King of the Empire, Lord Nicholas was a man kindest to the souls around him. Very few knew about the truth that lay beneath his beautiful visage. Who could predict a little human girl would bring out the best and the worst of a noble pureblood? ----- “Now, tell me, Heidi, why do I have a bad taste in women?” As Lord Nicholas took a step forward, she took a step back. Heidi had said too much, and she regretted it. Would he let her go free? Gulping, she warned him, "What you're doing could be considered harassment, milord." "I wouldn’t. I’d call it persuasion.” He took another step towards her, his frame towering over her. "I believe the dictionary in your library would disagree with you, milord." She retreated another step back, shrinking away, hoping he would give up. “I keep the good one in my room. You can come to see for yourself if you don’t believe me.” Her back struck the wall behind her. "You haven’t answered my question, Heidi." The Lord was too persistent, Heidi cursed to herself. He was unwilling to let her go.

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
158 Chs

Him- Part 1

Nicholas stared at the wall as he breathed out the smoke from his lips. The smoke let out a forest like scent unlike the pungent that the usual cigars left. He had bought them during an auction out of interest. Though being a smoker, he wasn't exactly fond of the smell the normal cigar buds emitted. He sat against the bed's headboard, his feet crossed which was covered with a part of black blanket to cover his lower part of his body while the rest was shared with Heidi who slept next to him.

His face was marred with a grave expression as he took another puff from the cigar before extinguishing it in the ashtray at the bedside. With the number of decades that had passed by, he had never thought to find himself in a day like this. Not in this state at least.