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The Dragon King's Heart

Having just survived an assassination attempt, attending a Masquerade Ball is the least of Princess Laina's worries! A night of light-hearted fun soon turns into a nightmare when the shameless Dragon King Dante kidnaps her. When she tries to leave, he refuses to let her go! Why would a King kidnap a princess he just met? As Laina gets to know Dante better, she finds herself with more unanswered questions than before. For example: 1) How does he know her favorite color? 2) How did she know the name of the dog in his castle? 3) Why did he call her 'sundrop'? Join Laina as she tries to make sense of her royal life as it spins out of control with the entrance of the shameless King Dante! Will they find happiness? Excerpt from the novel “Dante… My King, we can’t just kidnap a princess!” Marius exclaimed quietly. “Who said this is a kidnapping,” Dante hissed as he folded his arms, “I am simply bringing her back to Dracona.” “Against her will, it is kidnapping,” Marius tried to reason. “It’s not against her will. She’s just asleep.” I do not own the rights to the cover image! Hi reader! This is author ValestriaMoon here! This is my WSA 2021 entry and I am so happy to finally be able to share it with you! If you would be so kind as to add this novel into your library, share it with your friends, and vote your power stones on it; I will be eternally grateful. Special thanks to my editor for editing the book cover for me~ Feel free to check out my two other works: - Completed - Ongoing A huge thank you to @mayofenna and @fishitier for tag teaming and bringing this awesome awesome cover to life!

ValestriaMoon · Fantasy
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351 Chs

Seeing Double

With Laina's assurance, Vincent took in a deep breath and spoke his mind, "I… observed and noticed two things. First, is the scent of paint that is coming from the painting."

"What about it?" Laina asked.

"If this painting was truly painted quite some time ago, there should not be a smell of paint still lingering on it," he replied. 

Margaret and Laina looked at one another. Vincent brought up a fair point. A painting would have been aired for a long period of time, yet this one still smelled of fresh paint. 

"Could they have touched it up recently? Which resulted in the paint smell?" Margaret hypothesized. 

Everyone turned their attention back to Vincent, waiting eagerly to hear his reply. He could feel the mounting pressure on him. Vincent backed away from all of them hunching his shoulders as he paused in thought. 

Seeing how uncomfortable he was. Laina moved forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.