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Chained Hearts: From Slavery to Sovereignty

Cassian had lived his life in the most miserable way. He had scrubbed the floors and washed the clothes in the cold winter and done everything just to please his uncle’s family, but in return, they sold him to a merchant only for a pouch of coins. And the merchant decided to gift him to the king of Aetherlyn, a faraway kingdom from his small village to show his loyalty and curry favor from the king. And he was the lucky one from the group to be choosen by the king. Thus he got the position of palace servant. Cassian thought maybe his life in the palace would be different, but he was bound to be disappointed as the people in the palace were far more sinister and ruthless. Scheming ran in their blood. And can anyone tell him why his path always crossed with the notorious first prince of the kingdom? The seemingly cold prince had an unpredictable temper. And why was he always drawn to him like a moth to a light? Will Cassian be able to survive in the palace where the true faces are hidden behind masks, or will he become more entangled in their schemes and just become a mere pawn in their game?

Violet_Melody99 · LGBT+
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92 Chs

Chapter 69: The broken Trust

Cassian froze under the weight of so many eyes. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, and he felt the color drain from his face. Did she… Did she just motion towblu?

Even from a distance, Cassian could see the steady resolve in Aurelia's expression. She stood like a queen among mortals, unmoving and with a clear message.

Beside him, Prince Dorian's expression darkened. His jaw tightened, his stormy black eyes narrowing as they flicked between Cassian and Aurelia.

"Interesting timing," Dorian murmured under his breath, though Cassian caught the slight edge in his tone.

"Your Highness?" Cassian murmured, his voice almost a whisper. He didn't know what to make of the princess's sudden change in demeanor.

Dorian didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stepped closer to Cassian, his presence commanding as he cast his gaze over the crowd now buzzing with speculation.

The faint tension in his shoulders betrayed his calm exterior.