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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

Old time's sake

Servants stood on standby in the dining hall. The King sat at the head of the table. On his right was the queen and on his left was Ysabel. Sitting beside Ysabel was Hinrik, and the seat opposite him was supposed to be Gwendolyn's place. 

The other prince was yet to arrive. His whereabouts were not known. The king asked some of the guards to search for his son.

They would have waited for Gwendolyn to arrive before eating dinner, but as they had a guest, they ate without him present. 

Several minutes had passed when the double doors of the dining hall burst open, and Gwendolyn hastily joined the monarchs on the table. A servant assisted him and served him portions of what he usually ate. 

Ysabel took note of the wrinkled portions of his apparel. His hair, though he had tried to keep them in place, a few strands had stood out.