Curtsy

[Book will resume soon.] "Princess?" A young man entered the dimly lit room. "I'm not a fucking princess! Get this in your fucking head, dumb bastard! And tell this to the rest of these crazy family members! Lemme get outta here!" She yelled while twisting around her wrist, trying to get off the ropes that were holding her back from throwing a punch at these people who kept visiting her one by one. Her so-called family. "But YOU ARE a princess." Yuden amplified the fact that she was indeed Princess Zahra. The young man smiled softly at her although the smile didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were just cold yet they had some sort of fire in them that might as well burn the person in front just by his gaze. "Should I untie you? You seem in pain," he walked closer to her. "Ha! Do you even know what pain is? Pain is you, your whole bullshit, this house, these people!" "I didn't allow you to be so rude, Princess Zahra," Yuden's eyebrows furrowed, his smile fading. Synopsis: Tiana's idyllic life as a nomad is shattered when she arrives at the capital, she is declared to be the missing princess of Averlyon! Thrown into the glamour and wealth of the royal palace, she soon realizes that something dark lurks underneath the pretty smiles and graceful curtsies. As she struggles to come to terms with her new identity, her old life seems to call her back. Years after Tiana’s disappearance, Crown Prince Yuden is still waiting for her. However, he can no longer ignore his duty. He finally agrees to marry her younger sister Layla to secure the alliance between Averlyon and Yurania. As he prepares to slip the ring on Layla's finger, a man appears and announces that the princess has been found! Although Yuden found his long lost fiancée, she was nothing like what he expected her to have become! [Webnovel Spirity Awards 2024 Entry] ONLY 18+: Violence, triggers, and disturbing scenes (No rape). A happy ending guaranteed! Don’t forget to support for more chapter release!

It was uncomfortably quiet in the room. King Ulric still did not look up from his papers. She didn't know what was expected of her. Should she sit down? Should she stay where she was? She decided on the latter for the time being and quietly waited for the king to say something first. For a while nothing happened and Lyana even thought he had forgotten her. Suddenly he put the pen aside and looked at her. She winced slightly because she hadn't expected it and indicated a slight curtsy. "You wanted to speak to me, Your Majesty?", she tried to get the conversation going. "You are wearing red today?" Lyana blinked several times in surprise. Had she just heard right? He wanted to see her and then talked to her about fashion? "I ... wanted a stronger color today," she answered his question. The king propped his head on his hands. His face looked somewhat dissatisfied. "I assume you are not cold today?" Another question that unsettled Lyana until she noticed where the king's gaze had wandered. Immediately she blushed and suppressed the urge to close the front of the cape. "Since it was hanging in my closet, I assumed it would be entirely to your liking," she snapped back, feeling slightly humiliated. The king's eyes flashed briefly with amusement. "Is that so? I have to disappoint you there, I am a very modest man." Lyana would have loved to roll her eyes. Sure, that's why he had all the clothes adjusted for her. What would not have been possible if he hadn't looked at her very carefully. "Well, I'll take note and not put it on again." "So you disdain what I put at your disposal?" Lyana couldn't believe it. Was he trying to drive her crazy? She cleverly tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Of course not. I'll be happy to wear the dress again if you want to see me in it. However, I don't think that my new wardrobe is the reason why you had me called." King Ulric got up and offered her a seat in the armchair, which Lyana accepted with thanks. He sat down on the sofa across from her. "The reason why I had you called is that your stay here will take a little longer than expected." ----‐---------------------------------------------------------- What do you do, when you get kidnapped by the King of another Kingdom? Do you beg for your life and pray that he will keep you alive? Or do you try to get closer to him? When Lyana is being kidnapped she decides to not back away. She might not know why the Ice King did that to her, but she is definitely not going to sit in a cold dungeon, waiting for a prince to save her. Instead she wants to find out, what his reasons are. What did her family do to him, to hold such a deep grudge? Why is he so cold and brutal while doing these small nice gestures for her? And can she really save him, if she finds out what happened to him in the past? Or will these beautiful deep blue eyes be the last thing she will see? Info: This Story contains two different endings. One will be more of a sad ending and the other one will be a happy ending.

Regia looked around the large room. It was a huge paradox of what she was used to. It had a large vanity embroidered with silver and marble and a grand styled decor. She moved closer to the large bed in the centre of the room. Its sheets had been rolled back invitingly and it was an invite that she couldn't resist. She crawled on the bed and laid on its soft sheets, adoring its feeling against her skin. She didn't know when or how she fell asleep afterwards. A hand slowly tapped her and she fluttered her eyes open. The duke of Albania stood observing her,his hands pulled to his back. She sat up with a start and quickly got of the bed. She didn't need a soothsayer to tell her he was the man she had been waiting for. She curtsied with as much grace as she owned and greeted him. "Good afternoon sire". He frowned at her which made her breath hitch. " Good afternoon?, girl it is evening already",he remarked quite harshly. Her eyes widened and she turned to look out the window. She didn't know she had slept that long. The room was lit by an array of gorgeous lantern in the wall. She bowed slightly,tendering her apology. He let out a low scoff before asking, "Is this what you want to wear to sleep?", he asked causing her to look at her gown. She was still wearing the gown she wore after the change. She had been waiting for him so that they could go and eat together but it seemed like he wasn't interested in food at the moment. She watched him head to her bed to sit. He sat and frowned again seeing her stand in the same position. " Well,won't you change to your night gown",he said breaking into her thought. She quickly regained her composure, bowed tendering her apology, and dashed to her observatory veiled with long decorated satin curtains. She saw her night shift already folded and carefully placed on a table beside her bathtub. She quickly slipped out of the heavy clothe she was laden with and wore the white,transparent gown reserved for her. She swallowed as she observed herself in the standing mirror placed in the observatory. The clothe clung to her in all the right places and it perfectly matched her skin. She knew that whoever placed it there had an eye for beauty. She held her breath as she tried to get her thoughts composed. She muttered encouraging words to herself as she sought to return to the Duke. She had already kept him waiting for far too long. She walked in careful strides as she pulled back the curtain and walked towards the bed. The Duke was lying down on the bed now, facing the ceiling. She stopped a few inches afar and called out. "Sire, I am now changed". She waited for a response for a few seconds and on not getting any repeated her statement. He still didn't respond causing her to furrow her brows. She wondered if he fell asleep in his wait. She walked over to him and tapped him gently. He still didn't make a move and his eyes were closed. She trailed his hands to under the sheets. He was unusually quiet and she wasn't even sure she could hear him breathe. She put her hand under the sheets and drew out his hands. What she saw next caused her to shriek in fear. She saw that his hands was covered in his own blood. She pulled the sheets down completely and saw that he had been stabbed by a knife,laying in a pool of his own blood. She fell back in fear,feeling a sinking feeling rise in her chest as her breathing became uneven in panic. She wanted to ran out to call for help but her body refuses to move,reminding her if the implication of her action if she did so. She had nowhere to run or who to talk to that would believe her. She shook her head vehemently,running her hands roughly through her hair. She steeled herself with a new resolution, reminding herself that crying or panic would solve nothing. She stood up and quickly calculated her next line of action. She decided to leave the building and the town as a whole,knowing that her very life was on the line.

"Your father would like you to come and meet Lord Norris." A maid informed me. This again. I quickly finished with the dish I was washing and dried my hands. I hurried to my father's study. Suddenly the door flew open. A tall broad shouldered man stood in the doorway. So not my type. I fell into curtsy less I be deemed disrespectful. "It is a pleasure to have you in our home Lord Norris." I said softly. "Are you Myaliah?" He asked, his voice husky. "Yes." I answered, raising my head to look at him. Wanna know what happens next? Read the book!

Demon King Alixuron Scalius is the ruling monarch over the Empire of Scornsije. He was cursed when he was but a child by the Hags of Conventrellis, a witch demon kingdom, to never be able to bear a son. However, this curse was placed upon him from his grandfather’s arrogance. His grandfather, King Lemorphin Scalius, was enraged by this but being upon his deathbed was unable to retaliate. King Sezura Scalius had died shortly after King Alixuron’s birth. All of this is to say that King Alixuron cared not about the curse as his daughters are strong, wise, and very capable dragon demons that shouldn’t be discounted. Though none share a mother, they all still held an unusually close bond with one another due to him treating them all equally as his children. However, the young females have become too relaxed in their lives, one could dare say even bored! What’s a father to do besides sending them off to govern individual holds within the kingdom? Exert: “Introduce yourselves to Prince Verocul Howlsend of the Kingdom of Thropanio.” King Alixuron nonchalantly orders his daughters. The werepanther prince looks each princess over with intrigue, lust and appraisal. The King keeps a small smile to himself, holding back a chuckle. “I’m the second eldest daughter, Princess Natalion Scalius.” The proudful demoness offers a slight smile as she eyes the prince and his procession after stepping forward. She places a hand on her hip with an arched brow as she does so. “I’m Katilis Scalius, it’s ever so nice to meet you!” The ever cheerful daughter came forth, her eyes gleaming with interest as she eyes the group with a playful expression. She holds a rather cute poppet that felt like it stared into one’s soul. “I’m Brightana Scalius, I hope you find your time here pleasant.” The next in age steps forth with a slight curtsy before she nonchalantly pulls out her journal once more and starts to write in it once more. She held the air of indifference as she spoke. “Oh! I’m Gripillia Scalius, please do feel free to share any stories with me.” The next daughter states with a blossoming smile after being prodded to attention by her sisters. She clasps her hands in front of her as her eyes sparkle with anticipation. “I’m Veriona Scalius, I’m glad to see the tales of how handsome the demons of Thropanio are is proven to be more than just tales.” The final daughter in line steps forth with sensuality running through her very movements, offering a wink and smirk as she brazenly looks the group over. The doors open, drawing the attention of the room to a smaller, daintier female surrounded by guards and attendants, her being helped to walk on both sides as she comes over. “Ah, this is my eldest daughter.” King Alixuron announces before turning to address her as she reaches the line. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling well enough to join us today my dear.” “Thank you father.” She replies, leaning against her sister Katilis before turning to the prince. “I am the eldest daughter to King Alixuron Scalius, Princess Doniverea Scalius. I apologize for my late arrival, but do hope we can be friends.” She looks at the prince with the calmest energy one can imagine, serenity coming off of her in waves. “It’s my pleasure to make the acquaintances of ones so famous and beloved as your majesties. I look forward to us strengthening relations of our empires!” Prince Verocul Howlsend offers a bow, followed by others of his party while all of both sides have smirks on their faces.

You know all the stories with the young, forgiving girl who couldn't be more weak? And then a strong warrior shows up and has to save her? This is not one of those stories. ~ Eris is a princess who is almost INCAPABLE of acting like one. She doesn't bow, she doesn't curtsy, and most certainly does NOT wear corsets. She also fails to go one night without using some weapon or other, much to the chagrin of some of the more old-fashioned court members. She is wicked and cunning and has befriended the son of her sworn enemy. Her little 'gang' has members ranging from assassin to demon to healer to shifter. Now, one of her close friends is dealing with issues that need to be solved in another kingdom. As Eris prepares to leave, another problem arises in a different kingdom. Eris splits her forces in half to deal with both. Follow the ragtag crew as they solve problems, fight enemies and reveal hidden plots and secrets in a rather 'unruly' manner. (Updated as much as possible, guaranteed every Thursday) (Warning: Contains lgbtq+, violence, swearing/cursing, flashbacks, descriptive scenes of blood, gore, etc, household violence, abuse, mental health and magical activities) (Cover designed by the wonderful Sophia Kissi-Ayittey)

[WARNING] MATURE CONTENT -What's that? Can you repeat what you just said there? Walking furiously up and down his office in tones as dark as his aura, Hackim El Hassan struck his only friend and right-hand man with his dark gaze. - Your Majesty understands that I had no choice. Amid explained in his paused voice, trying to calm the flare of fury he sensed in the young king. Without answering him, Hackim went to sit behind his desk with his brain running at full speed to find a way out of the quagmire in which his adviser had plunged him. Putting his glance on this last one who in a humble but majestic posture did not let appear anything of his thoughts, he suspected him of having made it purposely and his suspicions were confirmed when after a brief curtsy, he left the office without trying to help him to find a solution to his problem which for him obviously was not one. Who is Hackim and in which quagmire has he been plunged by his advisor? Is he a traitor or just an advisor concerned about his king? What is going to happen to him and to ... Her? Who is she anyway? Well, the next pages will tell us!