The Masked prince
"It was a game of survival." The great Empire of Alfaros was in chaos. Prince Regan was returning from the battlefield after four years. Years ago, he used to be the most beautiful prince of the Empire. Ironically, the same prince was today known as The Masked Prince. It is said that he had a huge scar on his face, a face that used to be very beautiful. The scar was so horrifying that the Emperor got scared when he saw it and sent him away to the battlefield. But the war was over. And he was to return. . . . Looking at the green eyes that didn't even flicker at the sight of his scarred face, Regan was filled with a surprise for a moment. At the same time, something flashed in his cold eyes when he saw how calm she looked. "What is your name?" "Evelyn, Your Highness" "Evelyn..." Regan tasted the name on his lips. His red eyes looked at her face which was completely blank and he said "Evelyn, you will be my personal slave from today on." Evelyn looked calm. However, as time passed, Evelyn realized that Regan wanted more. Much more than she could give him. She tried to stop him. But what would she do when the prince forcefully put his heart into her hands and was adamant about taking hers? Will Evelyn then choose to move away or to move on? Especially at the time when horrors of her past shadow her heart __________ This story is a part of the contest so if you enjoy reading, please support to encourage the author. In return, I assure you that the plot will not disappoint you because it is full of turns and twists. Cover is mine. Made by: Lay Lee
Evelyn Agrees
In the early morning, Gianna unlocked the door of Evelyn's room. It had been three years but she would still lock the door of Evelyn's room before sleeping.
Gianna remembered that Evelyn had once woken up at night but she couldn't open the door so she had asked her about that. At that time, she had lied to the girl that she did the same with Oliver and Arthur as the children usually had the habit of walking when they sleep.
Though Evelyn was sure that she didn't have any such habit, she was touched by Gianna's concern and didn't stop her.
In her eyes, Gianna had never considered her any less than Oliver and Arthur. If only she knew…
Stepping inside the room, Gianna saw that Evelyn was already awake and seated on the bed.
"Mother…"
Gianna smiled as she walked towards the bed and sat beside Evelyn. She stroked Evelyn's head and said
"Mother wanted to talk to you about something."
Evelyn's attention was solely focused on her and she asked
"What is it, Mother?"