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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
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197 Chs

Dava, Day 3 (3)

A twig snapping had the princess on her feet and pulling on her bowstring. An arrow was pointing straight at the intruder's heart, ready to impale the life out of him. 

When the man's figure came into view, Verinia lowered her arms, but she didn't release her bowstring. 

It was the captain of the Empress' guard. She recalled that Graceful Consort Aredna called him Sur Elai. 

He stalked out from between the trees with an unsheathed sword in his hand. The blade reflected the light streaming in through the tree crowns as a thin line, a clear statement to how sharp it was. 

His depthless eyes were completely fixated on her, and the way he stared made Verinia's hair stand on end. 

Sur Elai was a lean man, as were the other guards from the party that the Empress had brought with her, but he was so much more…