I heard someone new came, so I got on my outfit and ran to Marissa's house, wearing a crop top, cropped sleeveless jacket thing, and a skirt with a red ribbon. I was barefoot because I was and still am an orphan living in the village, the villagers being kind. I put on my shoes as I approached the biggest house in the village, Marissa's house. The boy, my age, was vomiting around the corner, sobbing and retching. He stopped a few minutes later, and Marissa wiped his mouth as he cried again, tired of this shock. He stopped crying when he spotted me, interested but then yawning. He slept in bed, a tired boy.
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Can't A Demon Lord's Daughter Just Have Some Peace From Everyone?!
FantasyThe young to-be-wed princess was caught in a relationship with a demon Lord who lived a few towns away. She was 8 months pregnant with the demon Lord's child, and so the king banished the demon Lord and due to usual tradition, the princess is stuck...
