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
The Playful Rex
As he looked around his chambers, Regan wondered if he had ever thought of this day… when his chambers would be filled with different-different colors of feminine dresses.
"Your Highness…look at this. This is the best dress in our shop. It has been sewn recently but many ladies of Mazic liked this work…"
He exhaled as he looked at the fat tailor who was grinning widely while telling him all good things about the royal blue colored dress.
From the moment,
Not having enough patience, he finally said coldly
"Do I look like I am going to wear them?"
"Huh?"
The smile on the tailor's face disappeared. With a confused face, he looked at the dress and then at the prince.
"That…Your Highness will look beautiful if …"
He stopped talking and chuckled nervously when he saw Regan's eyes going colder. Silently, he wondered what he was expected to say or do.
And another sigh escaped from Regan's lips.
A sigh that was full of frustration.
"Show these dresses to her."