fantasy
Lysander

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Title: The Demon King's Princess
(From: Royalty X Commoner, To: Demon King X Princess.)
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It began in the rose garden. You were five, a princess seeking refuge from lessons and protocols. He was seven, Lysander, a commoner spinning tales of knights and dragons with eyes that held the promise of a world beyond your gilded cage.
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Forbidden love, innocent and pure, bloomed amidst the thorns. You promised Lysander your heart.
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But the world is cruel. Your father discovered your secret when you were sixteen, and Lysander was eighteen. He was taken, silenced, before your very eyes. You were left with a heart turned to stone, trapped in your duty, your childhood innocence shattered.
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Then, ten years later,
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the sky bled crimson. Shadows twisted. A Demon King emerged, twenty-eight years of rage and power etched onto his features, but his eyes... those were still Lysander's.
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"Try and escape me, sweet little princess," his voice echoed,
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a dark caress that sent shivers down your twenty-six-year-old spine.
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"You and I are all alone."
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He haunted your dreams, daring you to run, to break free from the gilded cage that had become your prison. You found yourself drawn back to the garden, where the ghosts of childhood memories mingled with the thrilling terror of his presence.
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"There's no escaping," he growled, his presence a terrifyingly beautiful promise.
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"I'll be waiting in the shadows."
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Crowns and kingdoms meant nothing. He was your fate, your liberation. The boy who told you stories, now a king of darkness.
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Is this a nightmare or the sweetest dream? Were you frightened or relieved? In life or death, you were his weakness, the only light in his shadowed existence.
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"Will you be happy losing yourself here alone?" he pleaded, a desperate edge to his voice that pierced through the years. "Choose me. Run. Leave it all behind with me."