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Therefore, a question kept circling my thoughts: Why the hell was I there to be a broodmare if the King already had concubines? “You're welcome, Casey!” She said with such joy! And I noticed that she had a book in her lap. She followed my eyes and noticed my glances at the brown cover book. “It is a human book. Othello, the Moor of Venice. Have you already read it?" she asked and made a space next to her on the bench, clearly inviting me to sit there with her. I sat, of course. I wanted to ask her many things, however, I needed to think smartly. This female was definitely close to the King, and if so, maybe she could help me convince him to let me go free.

Seeing only one of the inseparable pair whenever she opened her chamber's door, had been kind of odd. Happily, Hazel and Katherine continued to sew while she asked her a few things about the book she made her read. It was quite an easy one, filled with fables of dragons, fairies, and brave knights. Actually, it was the only book she'd unintentionally taken with her from the Dukedom of Sleipnir. Her mother liked to read it to her when she was little. A shame little Katherine didn't appreciate it enough and she never got to hear all the fables. When her belongings were unpacked in Hymirhall, she'd noticed the book had somehow slipped into the boxes. Back then, she wasn't interested in somethin

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

He stepped into the small room, and he was only in there for a moment before he resurfaced with a thick tome in his hands, bound by a leather buckle. “I’m just curious,” Damien murmured without looking at Alfred. The book was incredibly old, from what I could tell, and I got the growing idea that… maybe there is more about the moon-queen in there. I’m not entirely sure why I have a growing obsession with the woman, but I wanted to know more about her, just like I want to know more about my mother. “Find what you were looking for?” Alfred asked, eyeing the book carefully before his aged eyes shifted to Damien’s face.

Letting my tears capture the best of me. Everything I left behind replayed in my mind. The torture, those touches by lecherous men and a life I lived for sixteen years in the hellfire. It was cursed upon me and every girl who was caged in that slaughterhouse. I still couldn't believe I escaped the place after spending years of fantasising about it. How come I overcame the fear of being caught and be brutally tortured by my mistress. Cora was a witch. I had seen her at her worst. How I escaped the phobia of her beatings?

—————————— "Princess Damiera, the first daughter and eldest of King Basilius, is your mother." “Princess Damiera?” I repeated. The whole situation makes me confused, especially the prince. “H- how can they lie about this?” "Princess Damiera was supposed to be the next in line, not King Lucien," Cynthia put her hand on the prince’s arm. "Despite being a girl, the late King Basilius still chose her as the next ruler. She is smart. He sees himself in Princess Damiera. King Basilius believes she has a unique ability to lead the country well, an ability that King Lucien does not have. But she was against it. Princess Damiera didn’t want to be the next ruler. All she wants is peace, a life without

Aria asked as she and Yuria approached the person. “This…” the person said and took out a book. “That day, the witch had us clean the palace grounds, but then suddenly had an outburst and exploded the entire royal library…” the person worriedly looked at Aria and Yuria, whose complexions turned ashen. Aria and Yuria could barely maintain their expressions and forced a smile. “Thank you.” They said and took the book, to which the author is named ‘Damiel’.

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Sebastian asks looking confused and concerned" All that I have heard about this book none is happening" " It has to be fake" Delia agreed " I have seen the book performing in action too, you might have taken the fake one" Nodding my head I closed the book and sat down, what was the aim of me coming here anyway? I felt like a total loser right now. I can't believe that I did all that for nothing. So much for becoming a strong and brave woman for Damon. My dream of becoming strong enough for Damon was all in vain, maybe I don't belong here. I hope he finds a nice woman to rule by him, 'cause I'm not good enough for him. "Milady," Sebastian called. "What now" I growled

“You are looking beautiful, Your Highness.”, Sera, the lady maid said as she tied the last lace of the corset and stepped back, I kept my book aside and glanced at the mirror that another servant placed before me. The blue eyes on my pale complexion sparkled as I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You may be right today, Sera.” I said with a small chuckle and watched as the rest of the servant girls run around trying to finish getting me ready for breakfast. I opened the book of maps, again and sighed as my fingers traced the map of Valadora.