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White cane

Author: Bee1429
Fantasy
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This is a tale of a girl born blind. Even though born of a powerful father, the lord of Prav, the sole fact that she is born impaired is considered a disgrace to the family, no duke would want to be known to have a child with a disability, it would ruin his reputation and tarnish the family name. Isabella is raised as an outsider in her own home, left to be nursed by the maids and denied all the pleasantries of a daughter of a lord. She is worked to the bone and tortured her whole life until she turns eighteen, when her own father sells her as maid for two copper coins Queen Katalina is viscous and cruel woman who makes Isabella’s parents look like saints. Her life as the queen’s personal servant is hell, with the constant beating and mocking, she would have taken her life if it wasn’t for the young prince Louis, whose kind ways and warm affection keep her going. Join Isabella as she strives through a world she cannot even see, with only a prince whose mother despises her, navigating the word on her behalf as her eyes, her white cane.

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