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Hidden beneath her gaze lied an ambitious demon—luring her prey to feed her desires with their wretched souls. Temptation and seduction were a simple ploy; all it took was a simple display of smooth, supple skin, a feigned damsel in distress act, and one by one men would line up to save their princess from the curse that bound her to this cursed tower. Men were easily swayed by their lust and the head springing up between their legs. However, after centuries of being able to easily fulfill her desires, the vixen found the knight to be a challenge—not one to admit that he was testing her patience, but that it would be more satisfying if she were able to subdue his wiles and suck him dry. Using the princess's body to her advantages, she moved her lips to speak delicately to him—like a moth hypnotized by a burning flame. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"You know what to do, Julian… isn't that why you came?"</span> Fingers gently reached out for his as she waited for him to act on his desires and ignore his principles.<br/>
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Not a moment too soon, a burning, throbbing pain pulsed against her temples as her brows furrowed; her hand retreated to hold her head as moans of agony filled the room. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"W-what's happening?"</span> Panic filled her heart as it started to race wildly beneath her chest, her slender form convulsed on the soft cushions as her back arched and her chest pushed forward; a sudden realization rushed through her as she could feel her energy being pulled from within. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'No! That wretched bitch!'</span></i> The demon hissed at the princess's soul until finally her body fell limp against the mattress and calmness overtook the room once more. With an unexpected quietness filling the room, her eyes opened slowly again. This time her eyes glistened from the light as though she were witnessing life for the very first time. As her eyes settled on his once more, her eyes widened in fear and with complete control of her body, she scrambled sitting upright and pacing backwards until her back collided with the head of the bed.<br/>
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<b>"Who are you!? What are you doing here?"</b> Fear shook her as her gaze darted from the door to the window and back to the knight. Her fingers finding solace in squeezing her blankets close to her chest as the true princess had finally awoken.<br/>
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</div>As fear settled in her heart, her deep-seated anger bubbled up to the surface, <b>"Did that vile <i>she-devil</i> put you up to this!? Mark my words, if you dare lay a finger on me, I will order the guards to cut <i>every limb</i> from your body until you're left with <i>nothing</i> but your insolent head!"</b> Princess Octavia had no recollection of what had happened to her when the witch placed her underneath a heavy slumber. In her eyes, she thought that she had fallen asleep moments after she had an argument with her father about marrying Prince Albert. Her memories still hazy, she closed her eyes for a second as she tried to piece her thoughts together.<br/>
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With a deadly glare steady on Julian, she spoke, but this time in a curious, authoritative tone, <b>"Are you one of Prince Albert's guards? Has my father—did he—is Prince Albert here to take me away?"</b> There were too many thoughts at once; she had to speak to her father and plead with him about her marriage with the prince. It wasn't fair and if she were to get married, she had hoped it would have been on her terms, or at least someone she favored. <b>"<i>Please</i>, you don't understand—there has been a mistake… I don't want this! I am <i>not</i> marrying Prince Albert and that's final! I <i>am</i> Princess Octavia. Take me to the king at once! I demand to see him!"</b><br/>
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