Wars of the Heart
Amelia Luna-dynn is a young damsel of unassuming character. However, there is a deadly secret she harbors: that she is the daughter of a forbidden race, a tribe despised by the royals of the Kingdom. She is the sole survivor, discreetly living an unseen life as a commoner. But there are scars on her back that betray her origin, requiring her to cleanse herself in order to stay alive and unrecognised. With such reins attached to her race, it is impossible to find someone who would love her despite the dangers of her origin. But one night, when at the verge of being eaten by beasts, she is saved by a mysterious man from the grasp of death. Curiosity drives the damsel to chase love. Despite being downtrodden, she stumbles upon the opportunity meeting with high society by joining a Book Club run by the beautiful daughter of the Duke, Charlene Walterus. Amelia makes friendships with nobles and soon comes close to a romance with a man she suspects to be her secret rescuer, but is hopeless that his heart is far gone in the arms of the duke’s daughter. Will she win a wedding with the man of her dreams? But most importantly, will her fantasies of a perfect marriage come true? Or will she suffer a strained marital relationship, with unrequited feelings, far from the heart of the one she loves? Excerpt: That night, he was exhilarated to have married the woman of his desires. But Charlene had told him a bothersome fact about the origin of his newly wedded wife that he could not shake off his mind, for he knew she would have told him, had it been true. The tall man stepped into Amelia’s chamber and found her seated at the rim of the bed, blushing. The very sight of her innocent disposition had always brought him the insane urge to sweep her up in his arms and protect her. But before they would make love, there was an important question blaring at the edge of his mind. “Y-you’re here”, her soft voice was almost breathless. She rose to her feet, but rested against the wall, shy and nervous. “Amelia”, he tasted her name, drawing close to her. Tenderly placing a finger under her chin and lifting her face to meet his, he gazed into her eyes and asked, “Is it true that you are of the Celeste Clan?” There was silence in response and fear in her eyes. She did not deny it. A strong feeling of hurt enveloped his chest, when he realised that she was no different. Charlene’s words about her were not simply contemptuous lies of jealousy planted to his attention, but the raw truth. ~ Amelia gasped when he rammed his fist against the wall in the absolute pangs of frustration. It was like it burnt his senses to think that she would deliberately hold something as significant as her origin from him, regardless of all things of his secrets that he had shared with her, while they were yet secret lovers. She knew the fault was hers, but she had been too scared to relay, for she had loved him far too much to lose him. “Why did you hide this from me?” he breathed, voice cold and low and deadly, colored by his unpronounced rage. His face was dangerously close to hers, such that she could hear his very breath, seething. Tears began to pierce her eyes, threatening to fall. She had never meant to deceive him. But in that moment, she was afraid. Heart throbbing loud enough to be heard, her lips were quivering and she shivered. When his gaze swept down at her frightened disposition, there was a flicker of tenderness in his eyes. But it lasted not even as long as a moment’s worth. He was cold. He did not confront her for the secrets she was keeping, but silently withdrew himself. There were many things she wished to say in apology, but she could not find her voice. And by the time she could speak, he had left her chambers. Tears flurried down her face. She could not believe that her fears had ruined the very first day of her marriage. It was the day she had wished to divulge her secret to him, but it seemed like it had already been out.
6. Would Dreams dare come true?
WOULD DREAMS DARE COME TRUE?
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The Lunadynn's Cottage,
The Village of Drift-combe,
Kingdom of Velicia,
Night reigned by a full moon,
The Seventh Night of the Month of November,
Thirty Third Year of the Reign of King Jesse Crestings
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Jasper had returned to his chamber for slumber and Amelia was left there, seated upon her bed, vivid memories flooding her senses. They were not recollections of her scarred and unforgettable past, but a thrilling reminiscence of the mysterious vigilante she'd met in the wild woods.
The damsel of long brown hair rose to her feet and walked over to the vanity to stare critically at her reflection. Her mind endlessly wondered what she looked like there in the forest, after the daring escape, when he'd swept her up in his arms and saved her from impending death.
Amelia whirled around, holding her arms out so she could take a good look at herself. She tried to think of the most beautiful things he may have thought about her.
Then, she wrapped her hands around herself, wondering what she felt like to him. She was short and soft and pudgy, but it was solely desperate hopes from her end for him to have liked it or fancied her in any possible way.
He was everything on the contrary to what she was: tall, strapping and mysterious.
There was a sort of sadness seeping into her senses when she thought of how unreachable he was. She knew nothing regarding him: not his name, not his identity and not a single clue of what man he was.
The sole ingredient she possessed to all that he could be was that his eyes were of fair colour, a lock of dark hair and that he was a vigilante of the night, dressed in the attire of a knight, crested with the Imperial's Castle's coat of arms, beneath a dark cloak and hood and mask.
Most men were dark haired and fair eyed, but his attire could lend some vague clue.
She hastened to her little balcony and cast her gaze as far as she could, in hopes of potentially finding even a shadow of the mysterious man. But to her dismay, she could not sight him.
It was like he was long gone.
Amelia stayed, resting her arms over the railing and stared dreamily, like she was looking at the fantasies of her mind when her eyes were on the view of the wildwoods. In her heart, she liked to think that he fancied her, although no one else truly did.
In her dreams, she was not the despised descendant of a cursed race whose sins were still unforgotten and unforgiven. She hoped for a day when she would be loved, cherished by a man from whom she did not have to hide her scars that would rise and need cleansing every fortnight.
Although she did not enjoy the difficult cold baths her skin needed for the sake of protection, those were the events that had led her to the man she was intrigued by: a secretive vigilante that had rescued her from the very brink of death.
With a long sigh, the damsel rose from her perch on the railing. There was a sense of longing that she harboured, but a saddening feeling overcame her when she wondered if the mysterious man did not bear the like emotions she felt for him, though it was almost sweeping.
She would remember that night as a special relic in her heart.
The cold winds of the night whistled past, casting their frigid tunes over Amelia's body and she shivered in response.
It was terribly late and she had work the following day. It was no news that Lady Hildeth would entertain no tardiness in her maidens and would be well inclined to firing her for lack of discipline.
And Amelia needed her job desperately, in order to keep her brother and herself both sheltered and fed.
She withdrew into her chambers and wrapped herself in blankets, deciding to sleep. Her fantasies, however, kept her up, dreaming endlessly of what the masked man's identity could be.
Little did she know that there was the vigilante who had saved her standing in the darkness, gazing at her balcony even after she had left. A smirk of amusement lifted a side of his mouth as he shaded into the shadows of the night, knowing that she was looking for him.
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i'm soooo sorry its a short chapter todayyyy ToT
Tomorrow's is going to be long for compensation thoughhhhh >.< pls vote and support this book ;-;