"I am Karak."Amanda's purple eyes widened upon hearing that name. Karak was the man who poisoned Illarion during the dance party at King Abraham's birthday. It was then that they met Galela and Balton, who saved Illarion and provided the antidote for the poison.'Is it because of that incident that Illarion is torturing this man? Because he once poisoned him?' Amanda wonders why this old man gets punishment like this by Illarion Black."It seems like you recognize me," Karak guessed, narrowing his eyes. The chains on his back rattled. "Ah, my abilities are truly extraordinary."'I shouldn't get involved in this. I should leave,' Amanda thought."Hey, don't you hold a grudge against that man?" Karak asked.Amanda, who was about to turn back, halted her steps. "Why would I?""For sacrificing you.""What do you mean?" Amanda asked.Karak chuckled softly before answering Amanda's question. "Who do you think poisoned the King? The previous King.""Huh?" Amanda murmured, looking confused.
Illarion stopped in his tracks, not wanting Amanda to distance herself further from him. While gazing into Amanda's amethyst irises, the man with obsidian hair asked, "What if it's all true?" Amanda leaned against the cold stone wall in the underground chamber, not wanting to fall in front of Illarion Black, who had just revealed something Amanda had never suspected in her entire life. Her beloved friend Aime, who had been replaced by Illarion, had died because of the actions of the man she loved the most. 'I was even willing to die for this man with black hair,' Amanda thought. "I guess we're not destined to be together, Emperor," Amanda replied. The sorrowful expression that Illarion displayed upon hearing Amanda's words made Karak's laughter resonate once again in the underground chamber. "Karma! Hear that! It's your Karma, Illarion!" the old man interjected amidst his terrifying laughter. "Don't leave me again, Amanda," Illarion pleaded weakly as he followed the girl's steps t
“Congratulations, you are getting married…” a young woman muttered in front of a magnificent antique mirror. Her expression was complicated. The look in her eyes only depicted emptiness when she dwelt about her fate. She faintly heard the sound of romantic music outside the room. But to her ears, the melodies seems more like a funeral hymn than a love song. It was terrible and suffocating at the same time. ‘How do I wake up from this nightmare,’ the girl thought with a sad expression mixed with fear. She gripped the snow-white dress that framed her petite body, feeling a number of gems pierce her palm. ‘It hurts… But this is the reality, Amanda.’ The girl's brows furrowed. ‘How did this happen?’ The girl was still unable to accept the reality before her now. She closed her eyes, trying to replay the events of this early morning when she stood stiffly in the midst of her 'foreign' family. The cold gazes of her father, mother, and stepsisters pierced her. "Amanda," called a man wi
Amanda's purple eyes widened while her hands shaking as she tightly gripped the bouquet of red roses. Fortunately, the bone-white veil covered half of her body so that it was able to block people's view of her. "D-daddy..." Amanda said frantically. "Don't embarrass me in front of hundreds of guests." Baron Broke snapped as he grabbed Amanda's hand and wrapped it around her arm. Seeing her hand slung over her father's arm, Amanda felt a sense of happiness in her chest. Even though she knew it was only the old man's pretend duty before sending her as the sacrifice of this marriage, but could she be a little happy, and make the last thing her father did according to her perception? "Ohh, poor her..." were the first words Amanda heard as her feet stepped towards the altar. The girl turned her head, but only cold stares from hundreds of pairs of eyes she found. Suddenly the attention of the guests turned to a large tall figure who was standing right beside the Religious Leader. “Ah s
"Are you really cursed?" asked the Black Prince, voicing his thoughts. Amanda just opened and filled the air with her mouth without a single word coming out, while her nose seemed to stop breathing oxygen. "Are you sick?!" the man asked again, this time with a higher intonation. Just a sob in response. The impatient Black Prince pushed Amanda against the wall. BRAK! Now the Black Prince embraced the little girl while lifting his chin. "ANSWER ME!" He snapped, which made Amanda's tears even more uncontrollable. "Tsk! Are you mute? Or deaf?!” The Black Prince asked harshly again. "W-th-th..." Amanda couldn't finish her words, finally she just shook her head in response. The Black Prince tilted his head, noticing Amanda's red lips which were also trembling. The girl was already pale white which made her even whiter as cotton, if Amanda were a painting then the combination of amethyst purple eyes and cherry red lips on a white canvas of her skin would be a rare but very beautif
Amanda screamed loudly when the clothes she was wearing were torn by the Prince's big hands. "Aaahhhh!" The girl immediately covered her upper body, while the handsome figure still dominated her. "Hey... don't shout like that. People can think I'm the bad guy," whispered the Black Prince with a meaningful smile. After saying that, the Black Prince swayingly lifted Amanda White in his arms. Throwing the girl on the bed, Amanda immediately made as much distance as possible from the big tall man, but the luxurious headboard stopped her. The Black Prince unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing impatiently, then dropped the black shirt on the side of the bed. There was a broad chest with scars here and there and his whole body seemed to have deep cuts from sharp objects. The man then climbed onto the bed while pulling Amanda's legs so that the girl was dragged and back into his arms. The prince breathed heavily, looking closely at Amanda's face and body. “How much did that old witch pay you
In the early morning, Baron Broke excitedly headed for the residence of Duke Alantoin, the Queen's older brother and the man behind the Black Prince and Amanda White's wedding. The old man planned to collect the remainder of the fee he would receive when his daughter was wedded to the Black Prince. Baron Broke started making small talk when the host was in the same room as him. Duke Alantoin sat with his head bowed and legs folded, ignoring whatever words came out of the man with the thick beard. Slightly irritated at being treated with disrespect, Baron Broke immediately stated his true purpose here, "Duke Alantoin, I will take the rest of my reward, my daughter's sacrifice will cost a lot." Duke Alantoin raised an eyebrow. “Your daughter's sacrifice? She’s died?" Baron Broke swallowed his saliva, “N-not yet….” "Not yet? Does that mean the Black Prince took her along?” asked Duke Alantoin again. Baron Broke shook his head then smiled stiffly behind his bushy beard. “As far as I
And time went on, but still, the torment from Amanda’s biological father never subsided, as did her stepmother and stepsister. For them, Amanda was always a big disgrace to the Broke family. Because, apart from being a different girl from most people, she was also abandoned after her wedding night with the Black Prince, as if adding to the long list of why Amanda White was so hated by the entire Broke family. “Looks like it's starting to fade,” Amanda muttered, referring not to the black stain that had been knocked out on the butt of the cauldron she used to look in the mirror but to the bruise above her cheekbone. "Dad was never like this. He never hit me, even though he didn't like me." Amanda realized that for a long time, Baron Broke seemed out of breath when he had to be in the same room with her. But only when they were together, as soon as Amanda's biological mother entered the same room, the atmosphere became so different, warm and full of love, like another families. “Love