PROLOGUE
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The bells of Celestienne Stelaris Palace tolled at the break of dawn, their chimes resonating through the imperial capital like a solemn melody. Beyond the towering walls of white marble, the streets of Vesperian stirred awake, their people lifting their heads in reverence, for today was a day of celebration.
Within the grand halls of the palace, where golden chandeliers bathed the corridors in warm light, where silken drapes billowed like whispers of royalty, stood a girl as delicate and untouchable as a dream.
She is Royal Princess Evangeline Vesperian. The daughter of the late Empress Isabella and the Vesperian current Emperor, Hadrian Vesperian.
She was perfection incarnate, the empire’s treasured youngest princess. The nobles sang of her beauty—silver hair that shimmered like moonlight, lavender eyes that held the wisdom of a thousand poets. She moved with the grace of a swan, spoke with the elegance of a queen, and smiled with the warmth of the golden sun. To the world, she was a vision of purity, a princess beloved by the people, untarnished by greed, untouched by cruelty.
And yet—she was a prisoner in her own kingdom
For all her grace, all her perfection, Evangeline was bound by chains unseen. A royal daughter born not to rule, but to be given away. A flower meant to bloom in a garden not of her choosing. The weight of duty rest
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