Divine Contract: Marrying My Phantom Prince

Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality. Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison. But the game was far too real. Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice. Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit. Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight. She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home? How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door? Until she looked at her nightstand. Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic. And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar. She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.

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"Halt!" Alex roared, raising his fist.

The column ground to a messy halt. Horses neighed in protest, and soldiers bumped into each other, confusion rippling through the ranks.

Gage Stone, the brash captain of the guard, spurred his horse forward. His face was red from the cold and the wind. "Your Highness, why are we stopping? The storm is getting worse! We need to clear this pass before nightfall!"

Alex ignored him. He turned his sharp gaze on Silas. "You said this pass is prone to rockfalls. How prone?"

Silas glanced at the towering cliffs on either side of them. "Very, Your Highness. The scouts saw fresh scree on the path ahead."

Alex's mind was racing. The voice had said she was going broke. While he didn't grasp the word's full meaning, the tone was a clear signal of cost, of sacrifice. It was a warning. A reluctant, annoyed warning—but a warning nonetheless.

He had to stop the column. But he couldn't tell them the truth. He couldn't say, 'The voice in my head told me to stop.'

He dismounted, his boots crunching on the frozen gravel. He walked over to the cliff face, running his gloved hand over the rock. It was loose. Crumbling.

He gripped a chunk of stone and pulled. It came away in his hand, tumbling to the ground with a dull thud.

"The rock is unstable," Alex announced, turning back to face his men. His voice carried over the wind, leaving no room for argument. "I can feel it. There is a risk of a landslide. We're not moving forward until we know more."

Gage scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Your Highness, we've crossed worse terrain than this. A little loose gravel shouldn't—"

"Are you questioning my order, Gage?" Alex's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. He stepped closer to the captain, his blue eyes locking onto Gage's brown ones. "Do you want to be responsible when the mountain falls on our heads?"

Gage swallowed hard. The look in the prince's eyes was terrifying. It was the look of a man who had already seen the future. "No, Your Highness."

"Then shut up and follow orders," Alex said. He turned to two of his fastest scouts. "You two. Ride ahead. Go five miles into the pass. Check the stability of the cliffs. Report back immediately."

The scouts saluted and spurred their horses, disappearing into the swirling snow.

The men waited. The wind howled. The tension was thick enough to choke on.

Alex stood like a statue, his eyes fixed on the pass. He was gambling everything on a voice that complained about its finances. If the scouts came back and said the path was clear, he would look like a coward. His authority would be shattered.

But if they came back and said the mountain was ready to fall...

Clara watched the little scout icons separate from the main group on her screen. A progress bar popped up.

[Your followers have dispatched scouts to check the road ahead. Warning system active. Estimated time until potential collapse: 2 hours.]

"Two hours?" Clara yawned. "Perfect. Nap time."

She saved the game and closed the laptop. She needed a shower, and she had a book on medieval succession crises that wasn't going to read itself.

She grabbed the book and curled up in her favorite armchair, losing herself in tales of poisoned wine and backstabbing lords. It reminded her of Alex's situation. The exiled prince, betrayed by his family.

She smiled to herself. She was getting way too invested in a video game. But she couldn't help it. There was something about him. He looked so sad, so determined.

When my first paycheck from the gift shop comes in next week, she thought, I'm going to buy him the best armor in the store. He deserves it.

Miles away, in a universe of ice and stone, Alex stood in the freezing wind, waiting for his world to change. He didn't move. He barely breathed.

He was waiting for the truth.

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8.6

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8.6

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9.5

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Action Modern Romance

9.4

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9.4

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8.5

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7.6

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7.6

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Divine Contract: Marrying My Phantom Prince

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