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 Start Of Doom
A few moments later, Evelyn exited the room and sighed.
Coincidentally, Oliver had just stepped out of the nearby room and saw her stepping out of the room. His eyes went wide suddenly and he walked to Evelyn as fast as he could with his sticks.
"Evelyn, why did you go there? Are you alright? Did he say something to you? Don't mind him. My brother is sometimes harsh."
Evelyn frowned and looked at Oliver.
It was true that his younger brother was harsh. But then she suddenly smiled widely and showed him the plate and said
"See! He already had his lunch. You can also have yours now."
Oliver was in a daze when he looked at her smile and then at the half-filled plate.
A moment later, he suddenly whispered
"How did you do it?"
With his brother's temper, it was almost impossible to make him something to do for which he was unwilling.
He was not like this before. It was their mother's behavior after Oliver's accident that had made him like this.