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Final act:
The angst, the sadness, the heartbreak.
I got sooo hooked on the final act I kept reading and reading like I have no words to write down.
But also "this changes nothing" agdjskajdbjdka.
It was all her doing. Oh my god.
One thing though, on the final act it said he returned after two weeks, but on act 4 it said he was away for some three weeks? I know it's not that big of a deal but I just (for some miracle) noticed it lol. Was probably just an estimation too anyway.
"He seemed to have a knack for rude interruptions--" when I tell you I laughed when I read this lol.
The decision about the kingdom was unexpected for me. I guess I'm used to cliche storylines. That was a really smart decision.
Reading the conversations in this story using received pronunciation in my head as if I were a royal.
I've finished the story, and reading any other stories that aren't Furat's will obviously not feel the same. Help. Idk what to do with myself now.
And politely, if I may ask, why the fuck is this story not a movie?
Vivid | Lee Minho
��“Those who were destined to die had no right to interfere with the affairs of those fated to live.”
A girl cursed to be reborn strikes an unlikely deal with the ambitious heir of Valorieve in order to fulfill her only wish. However, this strictly-businesslike partnership develops into something more as her unraveling secrets and his treasonous aspirations converge. Will they face the monster of her curse together, or will the threat of a greater enemy break them apart first?
◤Disclaimers: Female reader insert. Fake marriage au. Enemies/strangers to lovers. Fantasy au. Slow burn. Lots of angst with an adequate amount fluff. Heavy themes of death and suicide, please be very careful. Graphic descriptions of injury, blood, and violence. Sparse use of vulgar language. View the map here!
◤Word count: 62.7K
◤Note: This story is 100% mine and any case of similarity with someone else’s is purely coincidental. Events are pure fiction. Please do not take my content without my consent. Masterlist.
◤From the author: I’m back from the abyss to offer you a mental breakdown of colossal proportions. Happy reading!
☙ Act 1.
•Scene 1•
“Marry me.”
There was a breath of silence after you had uttered those words in which the world seemed to still and halt on its axis. The masked figure above you only stared, taken aback for only the briefest of seconds before barking a vibrant laugh that ricocheted across the walls of your bedchambers, uncaring for who or what might overhear.
“What a peculiar thing to say right before one’s death!”
His knee was pressing against your stomach, sure to leave an ache after this ordeal ended, and he had gripped your wrists to restrain you while his other hand clutched a cruel blade. It shone in the sliver of moonlight creeping through your window, mimicking the twinkle of your assailant’s eyes through the dark swath of fabric.
He was not a trained assassin, but you could tell that he was familiar with taking lives for despite his brutish ways, he had successfully rendered you helpless.
But you were not one for theatrics.
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“I’m so happy to be born like this, and the fact that Stays are born and to live in the same time as itself is such a big fate & I’m really grateful for that.. anyways, Stay! always be happy and we’ll always do our best for Stays” [trans]
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I was reblogging this by act before I went on a reading hiatus. Here goes my thoughts on Act 4.
Act 4:
The addition of other characters is not misplaced, which in fact, is rare. When the Count of Sitean got added, he had his own little limelight (aka backstory) to basically paint what kind of person he is, and also made him sound important that you want to know how he's gona affect the story.
"---he would not mind returning home to you like this for the rest of his life." Girl, bye. I'm crying sappy tears rn.
Ahhhhhhh I'm actually going crazy. To think that she'd clobber him if he said it out loud? 😭😂
C's identity is not who I thought he was, in a good way. And also the revelation regarding the king? The clues from the first few acts are all now making sense.
That confession was the sweetest thing I've ever read. I felt that deep within my soul. I was fidgeting in bed while reading it. My heart 😭.
Vivid | Lee Minho
◤“Those who were destined to die had no right to interfere with the affairs of those fated to live.”
A girl cursed to be reborn strikes an unlikely deal with the ambitious heir of Valorieve in order to fulfill her only wish. However, this strictly-businesslike partnership develops into something more as her unraveling secrets and his treasonous aspirations converge. Will they face the monster of her curse together, or will the threat of a greater enemy break them apart first?
◤Disclaimers: Female reader insert. Fake marriage au. Enemies/strangers to lovers. Fantasy au. Slow burn. Lots of angst with an adequate amount fluff. Heavy themes of death and suicide, please be very careful. Graphic descriptions of injury, blood, and violence. Sparse use of vulgar language. View the map here!
◤Word count: 62.7K
◤Note: This story is 100% mine and any case of similarity with someone else’s is purely coincidental. Events are pure fiction. Please do not take my content without my consent. Masterlist.
◤From the author: I’m back from the abyss to offer you a mental breakdown of colossal proportions. Happy reading!
☙ Act 1.
•Scene 1•
“Marry me.”
There was a breath of silence after you had uttered those words in which the world seemed to still and halt on its axis. The masked figure above you only stared, taken aback for only the briefest of seconds before barking a vibrant laugh that ricocheted across the walls of your bedchambers, uncaring for who or what might overhear.
“What a peculiar thing to say right before one’s death!”
His knee was pressing against your stomach, sure to leave an ache after this ordeal ended, and he had gripped your wrists to restrain you while his other hand clutched a cruel blade. It shone in the sliver of moonlight creeping through your window, mimicking the twinkle of your assailant’s eyes through the dark swath of fabric.
He was not a trained assassin, but you could tell that he was familiar with taking lives for despite his brutish ways, he had successfully rendered you helpless.
But you were not one for theatrics.
Keep reading
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