›› : UNATTAINABLE LOVE AND DEMISE FROM DEVOTED KISS

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an : the story contains english medium and inspired from the medieval movies i’ve watched a days ago.
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Jadoshi Kingdom, where lush green hills met azure skies, a sinister figure lurked in the shadows.
Lysander Blackthorn, known to the masses as the Dark Enchanter, was feared for his dark magic and
ruthless ambition. His name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest knights. But beneath his
fearsome exterior lay a secret that could unravel his very being: Lysander was in love.

His heart ached for Mariella, the kingdom’s most beloved and unattainable princess. With her golden
hair cascading like a waterfall and eyes that mirrored the clear blue skies, Mariella was the epitome of
grace and virtue. She was everything Lysander could never be: pure, kind-hearted, and adored by all.

Their paths crossed on a stormy night, under circumstances that should have solidified their enmity. The
princess had ventured into the forbidden forest, seeking a rare herb to heal her ailing father, King
Cedric. The forest, enchanted with dark magic, was Lysander’s domain. As Mariella struggled against the
howling winds and treacherous terrain, Lysander watched from the shadows, intrigued by her bravery.

When she stumbled and fell, it was Lysander who, against his better judgment, stepped in to help.
Disguised under a cloak, he approached her. “Are you lost, My Lady?” he asked, his voice a mix of
curiosity and concern.
Mariella looked up, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. “W-Who are you?” she demanded, trying to
maintain her composure.

“A friend, perhaps,” Lysander replied, extending a hand to help her up. “The forest is dangerous at night.
What brings you here?”

“My father is ill,” Mariella confessed, taking his hand. “I need to find the Moonflower to save him.”

Lysander knew of the Moonflower, a rare plant that bloomed only under the light of a full moon. He also
knew where it could be found. Torn between his desire to see her safe and the risk of revealing himself,
he decided to help her.

“I know where it grows,” he said. “Follow me.”

They walked in silence, the storm raging around them. Lysander led her to a hidden grove where the
Moonflower bloomed in ethereal beauty. Mariella gasped, tears of relief and gratitude welling in her
eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered, plucking the flower with reverence. “I-I don’t know how to repay you.”

Lysander’s heart twisted with longing. “just promised to leave this forest and never return,” he said, his
voice tinged with sorrow. “It is not safe for you.”

Mariella nodded, her eyes lingering on him. “I promise!”

As she disappeared into the night, Lysander knew he had sealed his fate. The unattainable princess had
captured his heart, and he was bound to her by an unspoken vow.
Weeks passed, and the kingdom buzzed with news of King Cedric’s miraculous recovery. Mariella
became even more revered, her selflessness and bravery celebrated throughout Jadoshi. Meanwhile,
Lysander retreated further into the shadows, consumed by his forbidden love and the knowledge that
he could never be with her.

In his lair, deep within the enchanted forest, Lysander grappled with his feelings. His magic, once a
source of pride and power, now felt like a curse. He knew he could never win Mariella’s love openly; his
dark past and sinister reputation stood as insurmountable barriers.

But love is a force that defies logic and reason. Despite his efforts to forget her, Lysander found himself
drawn to the palace, watching Mariella from afar. He saw her laugh and dance at grand balls, her beauty
illuminating the grand halls. He saw her kindness in her interactions with the common folk.

One evening, as he watched from a hidden alcove, he overheard a conversation that shattered his fragile
hope. Mariella was to be betrothed to Prince Alaric of Valoria, a powerful ally of Jadoshi. The union
would strengthen the kingdom and ensure peace, but it would also seal Lysander’s fate.

Desperation clawed at him. He could not bear the thought of Mariella belonging to another, especially
not to a man he considered unworthy of her. Prince Alaric was known for his arrogance and
ruthlessness, qualities that made him a perfect political match but a terrible husband for someone as
gentle as Mariella.

Determined to intervene, Lysander sought out the one person who could understand his torment: his
old mentor, Morgath the Wise. Morgath had taught Lysander the art of dark magic, but he also
possessed deep wisdom and insight.

“Morgath, I need your counsel,” Lysander pleaded as he entered the old wizard’s sanctuary.

Morgath, a stooped figure with piercing eyes, looked up from his ancient tomes. “What troubles you,
Lysander?”
“I am in love with Princess Mariella,” Lysander confessed, his voice breaking. “But she is to be betrothed
to Prince Alaric. I cannot let this happen.”

Morgath sighed, his eyes softening with sympathy. “Love is a perilous path for one such as you,
Lysander. your dark powers and the princess’s purity are like fire and ice. To pursue her would be to
court disaster.”

“I don’t care about the consequences,” Lysander insisted. “I cannot let her marry him. there must be a
way to stop this.”

Morgath studied him for a long moment. “There is a way,” he said slowly. “But it will require great
sacrifice and could lead to your undoing.”

“Tell me,” Lysander demanded, his resolve unwavering.

Morgath revealed a plan that involved a forbidden spell, one that could alter fate itself. The spell
required a rare and powerful artifact, the Heartstone, which was hidden in the deepest recesses of the
enchanted forest. Using the Heartstone, Lysander could challenge Prince Alaric to a duel and, if
victorious, claim Seraphina’s hand in marriage.

“The spell will bind your fate to the Heartstone,” Morgath warned. “If you fail, your soul will be trapped
in the stone for all eternity. are you willing to take that risk?”

Lysander nodded, his eyes blazing with determination. “For Mariella, I would face any peril.”

With Morgath’s guidance, Lysander embarked on a perilous quest to retrieve the Heartstone. The
journey was fraught with danger, as he navigated treacherous terrain and faced fierce guardians. But his
love for Mariella fueled his determination, and he finally emerged victorious, the Heartstone glowing
with an ethereal light in his hands.
Returning to Morgath, Lysander prepared for the final stage of the plan. The old wizard performed the
binding ritual, infusing Lysander with the Heartstone’s power. Armed with this newfound strength,
Lysander felt invincible, ready to challenge Prince Alaric and claim Mariella as his own.

The day of the betrothal ceremony arrived, and the palace was adorned with flowers and banners. The
entire kingdom gathered to witness the union, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon. Lysander,
cloaked in shadows, infiltrated the palace grounds, his eyes fixed on Mariella, who stood beside Prince
Alaric, her expression one of resigned acceptance.

As the ceremony commenced, Lysander stepped forward, his voice cutting through the jubilant chatter.
“Inchallenge Prince Alaric to a duel for the hand of Princess Mariella,” he declared, his words echoing
through the grand hall.

Gasps of shock and disbelief filled the room as all eyes turned to the intruder. Prince Alaric, his face
contorted with rage, stepped forward. “Who dares to challenge me?” he demanded.

Lysander removed his cloak, revealing his true identity. “I am Lysander Blackthorn, and I claim the right
to fight for the princess.”

Mariella’s eyes widened in recognition and horror. “Lysander, no! you cannot do this.”

But it was too late. The challenge had been issued, and the duel was inevitable.

The grand hall was cleared for the duel, the atmosphere charged with tension. Lysander and Alaric faced
each other, swords drawn, their eyes locked in a deadly stare. The Heartstone pulsed with energy, its
power coursing through Lysander’s veins.

“Prepare to meet your end, Blackthorn,” Alaric sneered, lunging forward with a fierce strike.
The clash of steel echoed through the hall as the two adversaries engaged in a brutal battle. Alaric
fought with the skill and ferocity of a seasoned warrior, but Lysander’s dark magic gave him an edge.
Every strike and parry was infused with the Heartstone’s power, pushing Alaric back.

Mariella watched in anguish, torn between her love for Lysander and her duty to her kingdom. She knew
that if Lysander won, it would change everything. But if he lost, he would be condemned to a fate worse
than death.

The battle raged on, each combatant drawing on their reserves of strength and skill. Alaric, realizing he
was outmatched, resorted to dirty tactics, attempting to strike Lysander when he was vulnerable. But
Lysander’s resolve was unbreakable. He fought with the desperation of a man who had nothing left to
lose.

With a final, powerful blow, Lysander disarmed Alaric, sending his sword clattering to the ground. He
stood over his fallen opponent, his chest heaving with exertion. “Yield, or face the consequences,” he
growled.

Alaric, panting and bloodied, glared up at him. “You may have won this fight, Blackthorn, but you will
never have Mariella.”

Lysander’s eyes blazed with fury. “We shall see,” he said, turning to face the assembled court. “I have
won the right to claim her hand.”

King Cedric, who had watched the duel with grim determination, rose from his throne. “Lysander
Blackthorn, you have proven your strength and bravery. but know this: Seraphina’s heart is her own to
give. she is not a prize to be won in battle.”

Mariella stepped forward, her eyes filled with tears. “Father, please. Lysander saved my life once. I
cannot deny the feelings I have for him.”
King Cedric sighed, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his decision. “Very well. Mariella, if you
choose to be with Lysander, I will not stand in your way. But Lysander, you must renounce your dark
magic and swear to protect this kingdom.”

Lysander’s heart swelled with hope. “I swear it,” he vowed, his voice filled with emotion. “I will protect
Jadoshi with my life.”

MariellA ran to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. “I love you, Lysander,” she whispered, her lips
brushing against his ear.

Lysander held her close, his heart finally at peace. “And I love you, Mariella,” he murmured, his lips
capturing hers in a passionate kiss.

Their love, forged in the fires of battle and tempered by sacrifice, blossomed in the days that followed.
Lysander, true to his word, renounced his dark magic and embraced his new role as Seraphina’s
protector and champion. Together, they worked to strengthen the kingdom and bring about a new era
of peace and prosperity.

But their happiness was short-lived. Alaric, humiliated and vengeful, retreated to his own kingdom,
where he plotted his revenge. he could not bear the thought of Lysander and Mariella together, and he
vowed to destroy them both.

One night, as Lysander and Mariella lay in each other’s arms, their love rekindled, a shadow fell over the
palace. Alaric, armed with dark magic of his own, launched a surprise attack, his forces overwhelming
the palace guards.

Lysander, sensing the danger, sprang into action. “Stay here,” he told Mariella, his voice firm. “I will deal
with this.”

Mariella clung to him, fear and determination in her eyes. “No, Lysander. We face this together.”
They fought side by side, their love and determination fueling their every move. But Alaric’s power was
too great, and Lysander found himself pushed to his limits.

“Mariella, go!” he shouted, as Alaric’s forces closed in. “I can’t hold them off much longer.”

Mariella refused to leave his side, her love for him giving her strength. “We fight together,” she insisted,
her eyes blazing with determination.

Lysander’s heart swelled with pride and love for her. “Very well. Together, then.”

As the battle raged around them, Lysander and Mariella fought with all their might. But in the end, it
was not enough. Alaric, wielding a dark power that consumed him, struck a fatal blow, leaving Lysander
mortally wounded.

Mariella cried out in anguish, her heart breaking as she cradled Lysander in her arms. “No, Lysander.
please, don’t leave me.”

Lysander’s eyes fluttered open, his hand reaching up to caress her face. “I’m sorry, my love,” he
whispered, his voice weak. “I couldn’t protect you.”

Tears streamed down Seraphina’s face as she pressed her lips to his. “I love you, Lysander. always.”

Lysander’s eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his lips. “And i love you, Mariella. forever.”

As the light faded from his eyes, Seraphina’s heart shattered. she had lost the man she loved, but their
love would live on in her heart.
In the years that followed, Mariella ruled Jadoshi with grace and wisdom, her love for Lysander guiding
her every decision. She worked tirelessly to bring about peace and prosperity, her heart forever touched
by the love she had shared with Lysander.

Alaric, consumed by his own darkness, eventually met his end, his kingdom falling into chaos. But the
love that Lysander and Mariella had shared endured, a beacon of hope and strength for all who knew
their story.

And so, the tale of Lysander and Mariella became legend, a testament to the power of love and the
sacrifices it demands. Their love, though forged in the fires of battle, would live on in the hearts of all
who believed in the power of true devotion.

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