“Prince Zova.” Aisa called disbelievingly. She could not fathom that he was truly standing before her. “Yes, Aisa, it is I,” he said gently, stretching his hand to her. She reached out to take it but swiftly pulled back her hand. “No! I am not worthy to be called Aisa anymore. I shall remain Kuroi,... Continue Reading →
Kuroi felt a sharp pain in her head and screamed out in pain as her memories slowly returned to her. Her memories aligned with Pince Zova's story of her life before becoming a beggar. She realised that the servant who deceived her into taking the master life-gem to the underworld King was Zebub. She also... Continue Reading →
Kuroi had expected the prince’s death to be swift and silent. However, when the angry voice of the giant yelled for his men to keep attacking, her eyes flew open, and she could not believe the sight before her. At least half of the mob had been defeated by the prince. She watched as a... Continue Reading →
Kuroi gasped in shock at the words of Zebub’s master. There was no way she could prove that she was not privy to the man’s plan. She looked from the man to the prince and was surprised that he remained unfazed by the man’s words. “You should know that death is the price for such... Continue Reading →
Zebub, a short, scruffy, cunning man who had helped her, through his master, get the legal rights to beg on the streets was standing before her. Although grateful to him for giving her a source of livelihood, she knew he was a greedy man, as he made her give him sixty per cent of all... Continue Reading →
Aisa listened carefully to the prince as he narrated details of her life that she could not recall. While she was curious about all he had to say, she remained suspicious of him, seeking to discover whatever he was plotting. She listened cynically to the incredible tale about how she was once a noble who... Continue Reading →
As they rode through the city, Kuroi, seated opposite the prince, seized the opportunity to behold his person. He was just as beautiful as the rumours about him, with his perfectly trimmed golden hair, fair skin, and well-defined face. His athletic build made him appear like a man of war. She looked up at his... Continue Reading →
“Aisa.” A deep, calm voice called out. It was a name given to a child born to be loved and was directly translated as ‘beloved.’ Kuroi, the street beggar lifted her head to behold the man who had called out that name and was surprised to see that he was right in front of her. ... Continue Reading →
Read Chapter 8 here The Visit Ese dismounted from her horse with the help of Old Carrigan and walked to the intimidating large doors of the Ecclesia manor. She had only used the door knocker twice, when the door flung open to reveal an elderly man in his sixties, properly dressed, like a gentleman’s gentleman.... Continue Reading →
Ese tossed and turned in her bed wishing her mind would cease from thinking on the events that happened earlier that day. It was still bright, but she desired above all to sleep till the next day. Although she had been satisfied with her bold response to the rude Duchess, she could not help the sinking feeling of guilt, for allowing her anger get the best of her.... Read more on blog!
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