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"The castle was white with gold accenting the edges, pure beauty, he loathed it."
"She was gentle and fare with red lips, pure beauty, he adored it."

In a land where fate means everything and love means nothing, two lonely hearts will collide.

Weston, the king's heartless bastard.

Abelia, the lands prophesy whose been on the run all her life.

Both looking for love and not caring where they find it.

Is it fate that's to blame for their intertwined lives, or is it love that brought them together?

Maybe it's one and the same.

***The summery isn't very good because I haven't written it all yet so, I apologize for the crappy summary.***