A Principessa's Ledger Of Vengeance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

unsure of the reason for picking a number until Alex finally explains. “Perfect. You have exactly 20 minutes to tell me where our Principessa (Princess) is or I send direct orders over to my men and have them capture your sweet little Angelina, a bullet then buried deep within that pretty little skull of hers as she lays in a pool of her own blood.”

My eyes shifted to her and I saw how red the creamy skin of her face had become. I was relieved that Amanisa’s tongue was still intact when she eventually spoke up but now that I saw her trembling, my heart ached even more. I remembered how she wept last night. However, I couldn't help her after she proved that if she wanted to, she could have killed the chosen Princess of Royal Hill. “King Archie, please get justice for me and kill the servant that tried to murder-” “It’s stone, Princess Violet. How could stones have killed a Lycan princess from the House of Raven?”

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

Damian's heart raced even faster, fueled by a mixture of fear and adrenaline, as he leaped after her to save her from the depths of despair. As they emerged from the water, gasping for air, the princess's tears mixed with the river's moisture on her cheeks. Her voice trembled with raw emotion as she turned to Damian and sobbed, "Why, Damian? How could you do this to me? How could you?" Damian's chest tightened with guilt as he witnessed her pain. His voice quivered as he choked back his own emotions, "I'm sorry, princess. I truly am. I never anticipated feeling like this after seeking revenge. I'm not a villain, but the hurt you caused led me down a path I couldn't avoid. You wounded me in a

"Sign the papers, Bianca. Stop making this difficult." The Judge shoved a stack of vellum across the cold slate desk. Each page was topped with the Vane crest, but the ink was a dark, crusty brown. Dried blood. The "Blood Ledger" wasn't just a record of debts; it was a lineage of stolen power. "I'm not signing shit until you tell me why Arthur is in a cage," Bianca snapped. She stood in the center of the Judge’s reinforced study, the air smelling of ozone and old dust. Her fingers trembled, hidden in the folds of her ruined robe.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“Princess, what are you-” “I was there. I witnessed everything that happened. This man tried to put his filthy hands on Meandra,” Belle said as she pointed at him. Alejandro looked surprised. “I'm not going to believe anything you say. You have a history of defending the slave,” Alejandro glared at her. “It doesn't mean that I'm not telling the truth. He tried to put his hands on her and threaten her. If anyone was going against your orders, it was him,” Belle said again, more firmly.

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

“Everything looks in order, he passed the documents on. I formally Move that Mia be recognised as a Princess of Ziion” The rest of the governors then inspected all the documentation and one by one confirmed the motion. The Governor who put the motion forth spoke up “Congratulations, Princess Mia we confirm your status as Princess Rota’s twin sister and the daughter of the recently passed King Levis.” He bowed his head in respect. He then took a deep breath and continued