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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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"Believe in your heart that you're meant to live a life full of passion, purpose, magic, and miracles."

-Roy T. Bennet

The owl flapped its wings and left its position. Ysabel's eyes widened. Before Reis could say anything, the young monarch grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the direction of the owl. 

They followed it blindly, almost stumbling as the path got covered by roots and rocks. Ysabel gathered a fistful of her skirt, rushing to get where the owl was heading. 

There was no guarantee of finding the man. However, finding anything to help them know who the killer is would be a bonus. 

At that moment, Ysabel wished she had more stamina and leg power to push her feet to run faster. She pulled off the mask and the cover for her hair, feeling all sweaty with every cloth on her body.