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He's her darkest fairytale, She's his twisted fantasy. In the vast Kingdom of Valcresh were Humans and Vampires cohabit, ruled by the devious and tyrannical Vampire King, who has implored terror on both kinds. He's feared and dreaded within the whole Kingdom. Coupled with this, came the rumors spreading about him being hideous, ugly and cursed. Hence, his reason for ruling in the dark without anyone having to see his face. To the horror of the people of Valcresh, one day, a Royal missive was spread throughout the Kingdom, stating an invitation of all the females of Valcresh at a marriageable age to attend a bride selection banquet, for the evil king to pick a bride. Unfortunately, even the commoners weren't spared this terror. Marlowe, a village maiden who in spite of the assurance given to her by her father, and all it took to convince her to attend this event, lest she suffer dire consequences for disobedience of the Royal order, still harbored doubts and fear in mind. Leading her to get lost during a deliberate planned slaughter. There she encountered a mysterious red eyed man, claiming to be a guard of the Royal Palace. Uncertain at first but decided to accept his help of taking her out of the forest in which she got lost. Yet, struck by misfortune, she was betrayed, and captured again, and immediately married off to the ruthless, ugly Vampire King at midnight. With a strong zeal to escape the confinement of the four walls of her beautiful cage, Marlowe began hatching plans to break free. But what happens when she slowly gets addicted to the midnight touches, and caresses she has been getting every night in her dreams? Since she was married into the Castle, she had never set eyes on her Husband, the King. But only heard about him. Quite mysterious to her. What was more mysterious, was the warm yet cold presence she'd always feel by her side at night during her sleep. The foreign yet gentle touches, and the husky, yet alluring voice. But by morning, it'll all be gone, as though it never happened. As though…it was a dream. As time went by, Marlowe found herself conflicted in her perfect plans of escape. Will she run away, or find that the evil Vampire King was not as vicious as they painted him to be? Will she discover that he's just a beautiful dream in the guise of a nightmare?

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.