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The Dethroned Monarch

A great monarch is not one without flaws, but rather they are those who recognize their shortcomings and continually refine them, turning their flaws into strengths. Such were the principles that Ysabel's mother taught her. However, the very woman had killed herself when her flaws brought her to stand before judgment. Wounded by her mother's betrayal to the crown and their people, Ysabel was stripped of her title and dethroned on the very day she was ready to confess her love to Prince Hinrik. Exiled to live the rest of her life outside the kingdom, Ysabel met a mysterious stranger who gave her a second chance to fix what had gone wrong. Accepting the offer, Ysabel found herself waking up several days before her coronation as the new Queen of Eyeris. Determined to discover the mystery behind her mother's death, Ysabel knew changes were bound to be made. No longer posing as the kind-hearted monarch, Ysabel met Prince Hinrik, the man she had fallen in love with in her previous life. Dead-set on never repeating the same mistakes, Ysabel distanced herself from the dashing Prince. Yet, how long would she be able to resist him when he was living within her reach? -- DISCLAIMER: Cover is not mine

shrEk2o3 · Fantasy
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132 Chs

Aftermath

When Ysabel left the feast, King Baltimore turned to Gwendolyn. Queen Ercel took a deep breath and eyed him as well. 

"I will let you deal with your son. I shall deal with Ysabel later," with that, the queen left and tended to the guest, mingling with the nearby monarchs to shift their conversation to a more lively topic. 

King Baltimore pressed his lips, clapping Gwendolyn on the shoulders. 

"I think you and I need a drink." King Baltimore gestured for the exit. Gwendolyn followed his father and they quietly made it to his study. 

The king keeps a bottle of the finest wine there. He would reserve it for special occasions. The special occasion included tonight. 

Sitting by the table and pulling out two champagne flutes from the drawer, King Baltimore poured one glass for his son and one for himself.

"Come and sit," King Balimore gestured at the seat available. "Join your old man for a drink."