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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

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Evelyn silently looked at Orla. She could sense Orla's dislike towards herself but she didn't understand the reason behind it.

When she heard Orla's words regarding that she should not have 'any other thoughts', she felt rather guilty for a moment.

But she didn't know what to say.

Everyone was still looking at Orla with disagreement-filled eyes. Perhaps Orla could also sense this so she frowned deeply. She opened her mouth to say more but before she could do so, a sharp voice made her shut up.

"The castle has not hired you people to sit freely and gossip."

Martha looked at Orla sharply and then at the other maids.

Everyone immediately lowered their heads and busied themselves with their work.

After that, Martha looked at Orla and said in a calm but strict voice