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NorwayxPrincess!Reader-Our Fairytale? PrologueNorwayxPrincess!Reader-Our Fairytale? Prologue by ~hetaliagirl101
(Country Name) 1914
Reader-Nine years of age.
The sound of a violin's strings being played sounded throughout the palace walls. On a balcony outside of those walls, a boy plays that said instrument. His golden hair sweeps gently over his closed violet blue eyes as his gentle cheek presses against the redwood violin. He wears a white ruffled shirt that was pressed neatly earlier that day.A navy blue vest covers most of it. His bottoms were Navy blue shorts that folded up just above his pale white knees. On his feet he wore long black socks that went up to his calfs and his shoes were brown heeled oxford shoes with a golden buckle on each with a black heel.
He plays the violin passionately for the dear young girl that sits before him, watching his fingers with her (e/c) orbs as he played.She fingers the strings of her bows that align her (f/c) ruffled dress. Her hands are covered with wrist high gloves that continued to play with the ties of the bows all the while listening to the boy's
Price of Love-Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 16Price of Love-Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 16 by ~ApostolicShadowNinja
Why, out of all the soldiers that could have been exploring in Germania, was it Marcus that had to be leading this particular band? And why, out of all the Germanics he could have run into, did he run into you? It had to be fate. Had to be. There could not possibly have been such a big coincidence. It had to be ordained. So, what god had you angered at some point in your life to make this happen? Or, was this maybe a blessing in disguise? Yeah, right.
“So this is where you ran, eh?” Marcus smirked, walking in your direction confidently. You sucked in a breath and stiffened as he approached, not daring to move. He’d catch you and strike you down in a second. You had to be smart. You couldn’t possibly beat Marcus and his men in a physical challenge, but if you kept your wits about you, maybe, just maybe, you could survive this. You feared for your virginity though.
Marcus stopped inches from you, and you stared hard at his chest, which was cove