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SILVER-HAIRED

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] He's cold, He's unspoken, He's powerful, He's a beauty identical to that of a god, His walls are up, And he's... something else. ~ Sylvia, a Silver-Haired destined for greatness, finds herself thrust into the heart of the Empire's machinations when her father's life hangs in the balance. In the hands of a man known as the most powerful warlock, she discovers a world of intrigue and desire she never knew existed. Cold and unspoken, yet possessing a beauty akin to that of a god, the enigmatic warlock holds Sylvia captive not only with his power but with the mysteries that surround him. As their paths intertwine in an arranged marriage, Sylvia is swept into a whirlwind of passion and danger, where the flames of desire threaten to consume them both. But beneath the warlock's icy exterior lies a heart yearning for something more, and Sylvia may hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his past. Will they succumb to the forces that seek to tear them apart, or will love conquer all in the face of darkness? Join Sylvia and the mysterious warlock on a journey of discovery and redemption in this captivating tale of magic, betrayal, and the power of love. ------- This is the First Installation of the Silver Saga but can be read as a Standalone. Book One: SILVER-HAIRED Book Two: SILVER-HEART Book Three: SILVER-HEX ------- Cover is mine.

Dy_zamite · Fantasy
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223 Chs

His Way And A Kiss?

His dark hair turned white entirely due to old age, his clothes were... his clothes weren't worn out like they used to, it was clean and okay.

My papa indulged himself with some printed paper like he always does to know what was happening in the society, and it was afternoon, he should be at his mining job but then it dawned on me.

Just like the Empire promised when they took me away, he will live and be compensated, compensated! How could I have forgotten that? He wasn't lean or tired like he used to be but he was.. okay.

A smile found my lips, the tears sliding down my cheeks.

"Papa," I said, sobbing.

I couldn't express how happy I am, he was okay and comfortable, that was more than I could ever ask for.

For a minute he paused his reading, staring into the skies, I could see the longing in them, and worry, I knew who he thought of and I miss him just as much.