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When a certain princess clocked twenty one, she is arranged to marry a prince of Deira. Her soon-to-be husband is the third prince of Deira. The king of Deira, Augustus, chose his first son as the crown prince. The crown prince is an easy-going man who doesn't like disputes. You could say he's too soft. The second prince is ambitious, he wants his father to abdicate the throne to him. The third prince is feared as he is cold, heartless and not interested in the throne. The princess is the fourth child of Augustus. After her are two twin boys who are a bit younger. In a faraway castle, the arranged couple try to live in harmony. All seemed smooth until a treason was planned. Treason fueled by anger and ambitions. Will it be successful? Will the prince accept his wife as his confidant? Will the devil rest?
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The months that followed were unlike any Deira had ever known. The smoke had long lifted from the hills, leaving behind the smell of earth and rain. The once-ruined streets now rang with laughter, the kind that felt almost foreign after years of fear. Farmers returned to the fields that had been trampled by horses, their plows cutting through the same soil that once drank the blood of soldiers. Markets reopened, children chased each other through the courtyards, and the bells of the cathedral tolled for life rather than death.Peace was not an announcement; it was a slow, trembling rebirth.In the heart of this renewal stood the castle, rebuilt stone by stone, though some walls still bore the faint scorch marks of war. Yet even they were left untouched, as though Deira herself refused to forget. Within those new halls, Queen Isabelle moved softly, her steps careful but assured, her hand often resting on the swell of her belly.Each morning, she stood by th
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The night after the battle was eerily silent.No drums, no horns, only the sigh of wind through charred stone and the faint toll of the mourning bell that rang for Deira’s fallen. The war was over, but peace did not yet know how to settle its wings upon the kingdom.Queen Indira was captured before dawn.She did not resist. Her silks were torn, her crown gone, her once-imperious face calm as she was escorted through the ruins of her own making. Servants and guards alike watched her pass in mute disbelief. The woman who had ruled their lives through fear now moved like a shadow among the ashes.She was confined to her chambers under guard. The same room where she had once plotted her empire now stood stripped and dim, the mirrors draped in mourning cloth.That night, she requested parchment and ink.When the guards returned at sunrise, they found her seated by the window, her head tilted slightly as though she were still deep in thought. The goblet beside her was empty. The poison had
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The night over Deira bled crimson.Queen Indira stood by her chamber window, the smell of smoke seeping through the silken curtains. The distant palace glowed faintly, the rebellion had failed. Adrian lived. Malcolm’s silence was damning.Her rings scraped against the windowpane as she turned to Alastair. “End it,” she hissed. “If the son lives, the mother must burn. Burn them all, the castle, the woman, the unborn seed.”Alastair hesitated. “Your Majesty, the winds…”“Do it,” she snapped. “While the night hides our shame.”Outside, the loyalists gathered with torches and oil. The plan was cruel and simple. Surround Adrian’s castle, bar the gates, and set it aflame. Let the smoke finish what the sword could not.But fate, that treacherous hand, turned their cruelty inward.As the first torch touched the outer walls, the wind shifted. The flames, instead of crawling toward the castle, curled back, fierce, hungry, alive. The oil spilled. Sparks leapt like spirits seeking vengeance.“Wat
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The first screams came with the sunrise.From the high walls of Adrian’s castle, the watchmen saw the royal banners advancing — crimson silk and black-armoured riders moving under forged decrees that bore the Queen’s seal. Alastair’s plan was perfect on parchment: strike before dawn, seize the prince, present him to the throne as a traitor.But parchment burns faster than flesh.Before the soldiers reached the capital gates, Adrian’s scouts intercepted the message. By the time Alastair’s men entered the royal grounds, Adrian’s army had already crossed the river under cover of mist, steel whispering from scabbards.When the sun rose fully, it rose upon chaos.Flames licked the velvet banners that hung above the marble corridor. The air reeked of smoke and iron. Adrian’s blade met the first wave of palace guards with merciless precision. His black cloak, slashed and ash-streaked, swept behind him like a shadow made flesh.“Hold the eastern wing!” he shouted over the din. “No fire near t
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"Can you get off me?" Adrian whispered, ruining the moment. He was trying to avoid touching Isabelle."Oh," she stood up quickly, almost slipping in the process. "I'm sorry.""Those fools," he hissed. "Get your things, we're leaving." &nbs
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They were settled in their residence. Adrian excused Isabelle while she changed into a white lace dress. She let down her hair that reached down to her waist. Adrian came in and he was already changed. They sat on the bed in silence. The crickets were chatting and the moonlight shone in even thou
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It was a busy day at the palace of King Cladius in Angbotain. Guests were arriving for Isabelle's marriage. Different delicacies were being made so the royal kitchen was a mess. Everyone was busy."Pack everything," Isabelle ordered the court ladies.She was packing up. Her clothes
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"You should smile a bit. You should not have wrinkles at your youthful age," Claudius, king of Angbotain said to Isabelle, his daughter and the crown princess. She had a pale, almost translucent skin, rosy cheeks, crimson lips, white teeth and sparkl
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