Prologue
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The grand halls of the palace echoed with the soft rustle of silk and the murmur of courtiers in as they prepared for the most anticipated event of the season: the royal wedding. The princess, with her porcelain skin and raven-black hair, stood at the center of the whirlwind, her mind a thousand miles away.
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She wasn't who she seemed to be. Memories of another life lingered in her mind like whispers in the wind—a life she'd left behind when she inexplicably found herself transported into this fantasy novel she'd once devoured. Now, she was trapped in the body of the princess, destined to marry the ruthless king of the neighboring realm.
AUTHY
The king, a name that sent shivers down the spines of the citizens, was a ruler built on conquest and bloodshed. His reputation as a merciless leader was well-deserved. Yet, the treaty between the two kingdoms demanded this union, a fragile peace bound by the chains of matrimony.
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As the princess's thoughts swirled with anxiety and resentment, the door to her chambers burst open. Her maid rushed in with a look of panic. "Your Highness, the delegation from the neighboring realm has arrived. The King himself is waiting at the altar."
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The princess's heart sank. This was it. The moment she'd been dreading. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the role she was about to play. But the real her—the one trapped inside this foreign skin—had other plans. She would survive this marriage, and she would find a way to reclaim her own destiny.
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With a calm she didn't feel, the princess nodded. "I'm ready." But as she followed her maid out of the chambers, she couldn't shake the feeling that this wedding was only the beginning of a game far more complex and deadly than she'd ever imagined.
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Comments
floare
its preety good 😊
2025-06-20
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