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The Prince's Runaway Bride

The pampered young miss and decorated military tactician of the Anisen household once asked, “Why do I have to be the sacrificial lamb?" The Crown Prince of Tissuria in his younger days once declared, “I will marry you when we grow up.” The trusted retainer once informed the grown Crown Prince, “The replacement bride was reluctant to take on the role.” Vaughn smirked. He knew that Zenia would likely refuse the marriage. “Should we continue monitoring the movements of the siblings, my Lord?” “Yes, that’s already a given. A prey like that is not easy to capture and keep.” The Crown Prince promised, “We will meet again soon Zenia. It’s time to put you to your rightful place.” Join Zenia and Vaughn in their crazy and funny adventures as they uncover the truth and witness how they nurture their love to stand the test of time. *********************************************** Regular updates: 1 chapter per day Thank you all for your support. I may release 2 chapters at any given day ^_^ as a treat or give you a surprise mini mass release. I am the rightful owner of the cover. *********************************************** You may buy me a coffee: ko-fi.com/nanotchkalexiskyler You may also want to donate via Paypal: sarisari.biz@gmail.com Thank you all ^_^

Nanotchka · Fantasy
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324 Chs

Getting Along with Everyone

"A good story?" Zenia suddenly became nervous.

She could tell from Vaughn's smiling face that it should be more than just a merely good story to buy those men. The people of Prazia were quick to judge and easy to please. They would usually think that a person was no good when they learned that he or she was not someone from Prazia. However, they could quickly change their opinion of that person once they found out that they could get something beneficial from that person. 

The people of Prazia had a laid back life. They would always choose good food and a good laugh over everything else. Their kingdom was flourishing, and they preferred to lead a simple life. There should be no poor people in Prazia, and the existence of the poor folks was a complete mystery. Some said that they were migrants whom the King welcomed in the kingdom but did not spare them a single cent.