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The Loneliest Ballad

“You must bear a child, Celia. what good is a woman who isn’t a mother? What good is an empty womb?” “Especially when it’s a foreign womb, like yours…” It’s not an easy life when you’re watched month after month, when all the blame is placed at your feet for your young husband having no heir. Celia Devon Tralhamir, Crown Princess of Havietten, waits every month with hope mingled with fear. A child will secure her future. But it will also bind her for life to a husband she neither loves or respects, who refuses to see her abilities. Is that what she wants? Is she content to prioritise security over happiness, and be a wordless decorative vessel all her life? Or is she brave enough to try to forge her own path and seize fulfilment on her own terms? Even in a society that cannot recognise individual brilliance in a mere woman. A sequel to the WEBNOVEL book “Earning the Love of a Princess”, this novel follows another woman born into the Royal House of Devon, trying to fight the confines that threaten to stifle her happiness.

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The Unknown

30 March, 1369. Magdaline Castle, Islia.

Eve spun around in a new gown before her sister, making the satin skirt flare out like a bell. "Which do you think, sis? This one or the first gown?"

"The teal one." Celia replied without hesitation. "It flatters your hair and eyes more. Do you agree, Mother?"

Violet nodded and smiled from her armchair, then took a sip of wine from a gilded goblet. "The teal gown is definitely the lovelier one. With some minor alterations, it'll be an ideal fit for you. I have a circlet studded with blue topaz that'll match perfectly. I can lend it you for the event."

Eve grinned and clapped her hands with girlish enthusiasm. "Thank you, Mother. I'm so nervous and excited I can barely see straight!"

Violet and Celia both laughed good naturedly and Celia picked up the teal gown to admire it. The richly coloured silk was a foil to Eve's rosy cheeks and her hair the same colour as a wheat field.