Azphira Tales

His cheek was red on one side from fresh, undried blood. [Black] "An urgent matter required my immediate attention, hence the delay. Please be seated." The man extended his hand, indicating the seat. ...Focus! I must stay calm. Despite the battle, Tiwakan had appeared at the promised location. Whatever had transpired, it seemed it was no significant obstacle for Tiwakan. [Liene] "I welcome the Tiwakan Commander. I am curious, what urgent matter caused me, your prospective bri

A crumpled letter lay in her fingers. It was the second one. [Liene] "......" She gazed at her rigid, bloodless hand. It did not feel like her own. The content of the letter was brief: —"We have waited for half a month; please deliver your answer." The message was almost identical to the first: —"To the Princess of Nauk Castle: The Commander of the Tiwakan Mercenaries proposes marriage. I await your reply." And the Tiwakan Mercenaries had been laying siege to the castle for

"I'm pregnant with another man's child." A lie Liene was forced to tell to reject a proposal from the most vicious mercenary leader on the entire continent. However, the man's answer... “It doesn’t matter who the child is. You can just give birth. But in return, I will own you, Princess." Liene couldn't understand the meaning behind his words. What did this man really want from a princess of a poor kingdom on the verge of ruin?