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Garden Of Poison

[Volume 1: Dante Blackthorn] When Anastasia and her sister Marianne are captured and shipped across the seas by pirates, they become commodities to be sold in a distant land. Marianne is taken as a courtesan, while Anastasia barely escapes a terrible fate by pretending to be mute. She is forced into the lowest ring of servants at the royal palace, where she endures a life of servitude and creates beautiful artwork to mask her pain. Despite years passing, Anastasia has never forgotten her sister's promise to return to their family together. However, with her movement restricted and the guards vigilant, escape seems impossible. When Anastasia comes into contact with the Forsaken Prince, her life spirals out of control and she triggers a Crux of incredible proportions. Now battling her own inner demons while navigating the treacherous politics of the royal court, Anastasia must confront the truth about her sister's fate and make a choice that could alter the course of an entire kingdom. [Volume 2: Emily Blackthorn] Princess Emily's life takes a turbulent turn when she is rejected, leaving her heartbroken and her soul at the brink of corruption. In a desperate bid to save herself, she journeys to the West. Enter the Storm Prince, a charismatic archdemon with striking blue eyes, with a saint-like smile. Emily had hoped she'd seen the last of him, but fate has other plans. As if her soul dying isn’t enough, someone wants to steal it! Caught between the suitors and the haunting nightmares that have plagued her since childhood, Emily begins to see Raylen in a new light. The blue-eyed demon may not be the monster she once thought.

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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286 Chs

Third try of the princess

Music Recommendation: No splashing no diving - Thomas Newman

"If only I could find some poison," Niyasa murmured under her breath. "Not to kill myself, but others." In no way was she planning to die, as she was determined to achieve the greatness she had envisioned for herself. 

To be the wife of a prince, or even better, a king. That had been Niyasa Blackthorn's dream. All she would ever need to do was dress elegantly and enjoy the gossip. Although not many people acknowledged it openly, she was aware that it was a dream shared by many. 

Niyasa pushed the mop back and forth tirelessly. She had been aboard this useless pirate ship for weeks and had become proficient in the art of floor cleaning. When one of the pirates nonchalantly trod upon the area she had just cleaned, her face contorted into a scowl and her jaw clenched in frustration.