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“I love you and I love the way you are.” Koa glanced over at me, smiling, “Same to you princess.” I pucker my lips playfully at him which caused him to chuckle. He began kissing me, which the kiss deepened. Before things could heat up, Koa stood up to close and lock my bedroom door. I laughed as he jumped back onto the bed, holding his weight above me. Soon after we were making out once more. Things heated up rather quickly as our clothes were thrown around my bedroom floor. I woke up roughly three hours after we had finished, feeling sick to my stomach.

I was so amazed by the girl standing in front of me. Cho tapped my arm, gaining my attention. She bowed and I followed her action. " She is the Royal Princess Yoon Ae-Ri '' she said as she was still in the same position. Princess? I guess good looks are there in their bloodline. She is a true beauty! " You are the one who talked back to the king in the morning right?" She asked, pointing her finger at me. I just nodded my head, she kept a neutral face but she was kinda surprised and happy? I don't know if I am right but she seemed to be happy.

The two women tittered but Jared refused to listen. “You should be grateful that the princess is kind and not bigots like the two of you because if she was, your tongues would be pulled out. Asteria is more tamed than Kythia where I come from. Princess, you should work more on keeping your subjects in line, I would not be kind like you.” Jared stated staring at her. Alexa kept her gaze on Jared even though she notice through the side of her eyesight that one of the women swooned and they looked more fearful.

“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

"A few months later, as predicted by the girl, the Queen gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. In fear for her children and of the throne becoming heirless again, the Queen asked the shaman for a solution. The wicked shaman convinced the Queen to sacrifice the princess for the well-being of the prince and for the future of the Kingdom of Noam. The King hearing this furiously declined, refusing to sacrifice his daughter. But going against the King's decision the Queen handed the Princess over to Mi-sook for her to be sacrificed. Mi-sook transferred the Prince's curse also over to the Princess and told the Queen that the girl had to be burnt for the ritual to be complete. The Queen

Ash spoke in a calm, yet commanding tone. Myan was beginning to feel dizzy but she fell to her knees, not caring what could happen to her anymore. "The fourth princess eloped with her lover, she left." Myan spoke in a low voice. The king and his wives expressed their shock anomaly. Second queen was frozen to the floor, unsure of what to do. She didn't think she heard right. She leaned forward and pulled Myan's shirt, getting her to stand to her feet. "What are you talking about?!"

she pleaded. Maris’s fingers twitched in Lyra’s grasp. “They took them…” she sputtered, “Your father… Selene and Seraphina... They’re prisoners now.” Prisoners? Images of her father’s stern face, Selene’s cold eyes, and Seraphina’s cruel smirk flashed through her head. Lyra sighed, a knot releasing in her chest. Relief? Am I really relieved? Maris coughed weakly and blood spurted up from her mouth. “I… I’m not long for this world.”

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

Today wasn’t just a wedding—it was a sentencing. Her maids fastened the last clasp of her gown, a shimmering creation of white silk embroidered with silver threads, her veil flowing like a river of frost behind her. Emily stared at her reflection in the mirror. The gown was breathtaking, but she couldn’t find herself in it. Her eyes—soft hazel, now shadowed with unease—were the only reminder of who she really was. “Princess, ” one of the maids whispered, bowing low.“Your father awaits.”

she scolds herself once more as she walks out of the room. She almost jumped out of her skin when she saw four maids bowing to her. “Princess,” they all say in unison, “we’ve brought your clothes, as the king would love to have lunch with you,” they announce. Who was she to object? She had unanswered questions, particularly about the anxious feeling that had been plaguing her since she hadn't seen Sinsa for days. And she needed actual answers before she could even think of finally trusting him. Myra was dressed in an elegant black midi dress, a fitted bodice with a square neckline and long, sleek sleeves, and fabric flowing into a softly pleated skirt that fell gracefully to her mid-calf.