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The Princess of Blood and Time

Verinia Hellfryne has had to do many things to get her way. She’s scheming, manipulative and ruthless! But how could anyone suspect their benevolent First Princess, who has taken on the burden of a substitute queen and raised her three siblings since she was eight years old? It’s unfathomable! But then, when her father brings to the palace his illegitimate son and the son’s mother, she meets her match! How can she face a woman who is as scheming and vicious as she is? How can she prevent her father from giving the throne to his bastard son instead of the legitimate heir? Verinia knows that she must fight to get what she wants, but an unforeseen scheme from the wicked concubine brings a new variable to distort her problems! “You’re a wicked woman, Your Sovereign Highness. Fortunately, I don’t like to play clean.” All her life, Verinia has vowed not to be swayed by men, but this scoundrel is just too smooth! “I’m a married woman!” He smiled. “I’m the prince’s proxy in this wedding. Treat me as such until he returns!” Secrets and schemes, blood and power turn into one big blur to distract from a chilling evil that lurks under the surface. An evil that could destroy the world. (Mass release every weekend! Follow me on Instagram for art, sneak peeks, polls and more! Instagram: @sugary.winter)

SugaryWinter · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
197 Chs

Barthen, Day 16 (3)

Meanwhile, the First Princess had prepared herself and boarded a carriage to enter the capital city. What had once been colourful and lively was no longer like that. Now, looking at the capital was like looking at a shadow of the past. 

Zanza was in mourning, and wherever the eye turned to look, banners were being flown with the Hellfryne sovereign sigil on it. 

The hawkers and peddlers sold their goods, but there was not much life to their voices when they shouted for customers. There were grey cloths hung from the doorway of every shop and residence.

The death of the First Prince had struck hard. It had saddened the whole continent. Their pride and joy was gone. 

Prince Halen had been such a promising young child, who was so generous, adorable, and talented, so how could they not feel sad?