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My Queen's Touch

In a world torn apart by ancient enmities, a marriage of convenience is brokered between the rival nations of Solyria and Nuria. The union is steeped in political intrigue and desperation, as the curse afflicting the Solyrian prince can only be cured by a nurian person—a member of the enemy nation. Caught in the midst of this arrangement are Noori, the daughter of the Emperor of Nuria, and Dastan, the cursed prince of Solyria. Their fates become intertwined as they are bound together in matrimony, despite their vastly different backgrounds and intentions. For Dastan, the marriage represents a means to an end—the lifting of his curse. Once freed from his affliction, he seeks to dissolve the union and reclaim his sovereignty. However, Noori harbors a deeper agenda. Driven by a desire for revenge against the Solyrian kingdom, she sees the marriage as an opportunity to sow discord and chaos from within. What happens when their hateful relationship evolves into something more, forcing one of them to reconsider their plans to save the marriage? And when their hidden histories are revealed, will they be able to maintain their marriage amidst the turmoil? ---------------------------- Book Cover by discord : writerbubble1234 instagram : @writerbubble

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Dastan swiftly reached the two, instantly stepping in between Farris and Noori, going as far as to remove Farris's hand from her shoulder. His glare was deadly as he shifted his focus to Noori. "Do you have any idea what your carelessness could have cost us?" His tone was laced with fury, but Noori, anticipating such behavior from him, simply raised a brow, as if questioning the audacity of his accusation.

"My behavior? Are you sure that any of this was my fault, Your Highness?" Her sarcasm cut through the tension like a chilling wind.

Dastan rolled his eyes at her question before turning away. "I don't think we have time for such baseless conversations." His gaze shifted to the guards at the door as he issued commands. "Tell the maids to prepare another outfit for her. We don't have much time." The guards hurriedly made their way into the palace to execute his orders, while Dastan remained in place, unmoving, as if standing guard.