The Crown Prince's Prisoner
He was magnificent in her eyes before.
The way he strides down the stairs which such power and authority, the way he carried himself with such elegance and dignity, the way those eyes scanned the area while it shone vividly like the bright morning sun.
He was her god, before.
Now that she was given this chance to redeem herself, to save herself before disaster strikes once again in the Empire.
She will waste no time freeing herself from the clutches of this man.
The Crown Prince.
She bowed her head as soon as he descended and everyone in the ballroom, including herself, greeted the prince.
"Welcome back, Your Highness!"
'Yes, welcome back indeed.'
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Amerielise Lovette was nothing more than a social butterfly. She was well-known for her appearance that sends men into an abyss of admiration and longing for her.
She was so beautiful that she was described as the flower in the cliff when the sun sets.
However, no matter the effort many men put to make her notice them, she only has her eyes on one man.
It is her childhood friend, the Crown Prince.
She loved the crown prince and was loyal to the royal family. She was like a dog willing to abide every wish he whispers, kissing the ground he walked on, blindly following him.
She was naive to the dark intentions that the prince has in stored for her.
In his eyes, she was just another pawn.
She died.
She was given a second life, a life where she vowed to do the right thing and not be the dog that she once was.
She stepped away from her fate.
The moment that she did, things go south and that is how she ended up in the Crown Prince's clutches again.
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