In the middle of the night accompanied by cold gusts of snow, a very beautiful little girl was born.
Her parents gave her a beautiful name, very beautiful. The girl just kept smiling as everyone called out by her name. Without knowing the true meaning.
Her body is very small, accompanied by very beautiful crystal blue beads and a sweet smile as beautiful as the soothing morning sun.
The girl's appearance was flawless, in the slightest. But alas, the girl is disabled. She could not speak properly, could neither see nor hear.
While her father always lived in perfection. Seeing his crippled daughter embarrassed him and regarded her as a stain in his kingdom. For that reason he locked the girl in the dungeon.
The girl wept in terror, her blue eyes staring at her mother, who was still standing at the side of the room, hoping that she would pull her into a warm embrace.
But unfortunately, the mother who is expected to always love her turns out to hate the girl, especially the blue bead, so that she often tortures the girl in various ways.
The girl's birth was tightly hidden by royal officials. So that the people only know if their royal princess died right at birth.
Even so, the girl continued to grow. Being a petite girl with an incredibly beautiful face that gradually made everyone aware of her existence.
The girl's life is much different from other royal princesses. Yes, since childhood there was not the slightest luxury or affection in her life.
Accompanying her was a dark room with dim lighting. With various torture tools hanging above the iron bars, to an oil lamp hanging by the door as the only lighting in the room.
Every night, there were screams accompanied by mournful cries from inside the room, just as her parents came. Only to inscribe deep wounds in the girl's body.
The girl did not know when it was day and night. All he knew was that the nights were spent tormenting him relentlessly and the days were spent recovering his strength.
Her father was a ruler whom all immortals admired and respected. His intelligence and persistence make the kingdom he leads the strongest kingdom in the immortal world. All the praise never stopped to be directed towards him. Neither among the kings, nor the people. The king was very much loved.
But behind that power lies a deep wound for the girl. The father who always whipped him every night made her body weak. The girl repeatedly begged for forgiveness, but still, the end was always the same, the whip never with the slightest hesitation to scratch her skin.
The girl just curled up in fear, her tiny fingers reaching for a book of fairy tales that contained interesting pictures that were easy to understand. Imagining with the main character in the fairy tale. Her little heart always hoped that the story was true.
Hundreds of years had passed, and the girl just stared out of the iron bars, staring blankly at the window where only the moonlight had slipped in.
Waiting for someone to get her out of this dark and desolate place.
If in a fairy tale the prince can save a lonely princess,
Can she hope for the same?
"Angeline?"
"Little girl wake up..wake up.."
For the first time the girl could hear, now she knew her name, just as the figure called her name.
Gentle and soothing, those are the only two words that can describe the figure of the man in front of him right now.
"O.. who?"
The boy was stunned, for a moment he was silent before placing Angeline's tiny hand inside his shirt, allowing the girl to know how fast his heart was beating that seemed to explode.
Cup.
Angeline's petite body stiffened slightly when the springy thing pressed against her lips, long enough to make her suffocate.
Her blue bead slightly looked up, staring deeply at the boy who still refused to let go of his lips.
Various strange feelings entered the recesses of his heart. Warm and cozy, she wanted it again and again.
"Ngh.." she moaned softly, her tiny hands shaking with cold against the cold snow.
The boy let go of the kiss, for a moment he was silent before hugging Angeline's body so that he was closer to him.
His big, sturdy hands were shaking, cupping Angeline's rosy cheeks that were wet with tears, kissing her right on the girl's eyelids, "Don't be afraid..."
"If I become king, I will make sure you become my queen."
A faint smile etched on his handsome face, "No one will be able to separate us.. Even God.."
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"Complicated destiny, falling in the arms of a dark lord, or choosing a love that has long blossomed"
"When the time comes..run to the east side, there is a pack waiting for your leadership"
