Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son
He fell for her rare purple eyes. Then, thought to have her whole. ------ That night, the delicate purple-eyed woman in a wedding dress sat on their bed as her husband observed her with a grin. "So,” he drawled, his voice wicked and magnetic, “I can't see my wife's face even on my wedding night?" "Your Majesty has promised to fulfil my one wish," the woman commented, securing the veil that covered the lower half of her face with slightly trembling hands. He stared into her mysterious rare purple eyes. "May I ask, why such a wish?" She stared back at him. "Your Majesty might not like to see ugly things.” He smirked and stepped towards her. "But, I never had a liking towards pretty things." ------ Seren, the infamous daughter of the witch, and Drayce, the ruthless and vicious son of the Devil. No one had ever seen her face as the witches are meant to be ugly, but he was the one who never searched for beauty. She was cursed to never fall in love, but he wished to be the only man she would ever love. A cursed princess married off to the Devil's son to destroy his kingdom but the Devil's son had a different plan for her. The secret of her birth will be revealed only to lead the way to unleash the hidden powers inside her which no one can control. With the hidden dangers desiring her power, can Drayce and Seren protect one another or will the darkness swallow them whole? ------ This is the first book from "Devil and Witch" series. Book one- Witch's Daughter and The Devil's son. Book two - The Devil's Cursed witch. Book Three- The Devil's Betrothed. Both books are connected to each other but you can read them as stand-alone. ------ Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - Given in the chapters FB group- mynovel20's novels
Her Thoughts
When I entered that royal carriage, I realized that its interior was more luxurious than its outside appearance. It had wide cushioned seats on both sides with plenty of legroom and curtains attached to the glass windows. I made myself comfortable inside and found that the red-eyed man did not follow me inside. For a moment, I was relieved.
Through the glass window, my eyes were drawn towards Martha who was standing at the edge of the crowd, away from the royals surrounding the carriage. Somehow, the small distance between us felt very far, as if she was standing somewhere where I might never be able to reach her. There was strange, heavy desperation weighing my chest. Was it because I couldn't even go hug her for the last time, or was it because I was sad and disappointed that I will be parting from a person I considered my family?
I saw the red-eyed man talking to my father and my brother with the First Prince of Griven also joining them.