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My Queen's Touch

In a world torn apart by ancient enmities, a marriage of convenience is brokered between the rival nations of Solyria and Nuria. The union is steeped in political intrigue and desperation, as the curse afflicting the Solyrian prince can only be cured by a nurian person—a member of the enemy nation. Caught in the midst of this arrangement are Noori, the daughter of the Emperor of Nuria, and Dastan, the cursed prince of Solyria. Their fates become intertwined as they are bound together in matrimony, despite their vastly different backgrounds and intentions. For Dastan, the marriage represents a means to an end—the lifting of his curse. Once freed from his affliction, he seeks to dissolve the union and reclaim his sovereignty. However, Noori harbors a deeper agenda. Driven by a desire for revenge against the Solyrian kingdom, she sees the marriage as an opportunity to sow discord and chaos from within. What happens when their hateful relationship evolves into something more, forcing one of them to reconsider their plans to save the marriage? And when their hidden histories are revealed, will they be able to maintain their marriage amidst the turmoil? ---------------------------- Book Cover by discord : writerbubble1234 instagram : @writerbubble

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The creaking of the carriage wheels echoed through the rocky terrain, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that enveloped the interior. The maid accompanying Silvia felt a wave of nausea wash over her, the discomfort of the situation nearly overwhelming. Fire and ice, embodied by Noori and Silvia, sat in close proximity yet worlds apart, their unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air.

Gratitude mingled with resentment, explanations danced with denials, each emotion vying for dominance within the confined space. Despite the palpable tension, neither Noori nor Silvia uttered a word, their lips sealed shut as if afraid of unleashing the torrent of emotions swirling within them.

As the maid's nails dug into her skin, a physical manifestation of her discomfort, she took slow, silent breaths, attempting to steady herself amidst the tumultuous atmosphere within the carriage.