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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 · Fantasie
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Dava, Day 4 (2)

She hid all of these thoughts, however, and simply sighed. "I pray to the Triternal for their blessing."

Syvia shook her head. "The continent will prosper. That is all that matters." 

Above all things, Syvia Hellfryne was a Princess and she was sensible like a Princess. This was her duty. Nothing else mattered. 

"Nonsense." Verinia took her sister by the shoulders and met her eyes. "You deserve to be happy. Allow me to take the burden of service from you, alright? You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." 

"And you? Will you find happiness?" 

Verinia was completely speechless. 

She had been devoted to the task of raising her siblings for so long that the thought of happiness was trivial and nearly unwelcome to her.

She was happy if the continent was at peace and safe. As long as Halen took his rightful place and all was well, there was nothing to fret for.