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The Crown's Fire

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] Amidst the clash of desire and betrayal, who will dare to sacrifice everything for the sake of love? With the ability to foresee the future, Tarah could propel kings to unprecedented heights of success or plunge them into the depths of irreversible failure. But when her kingdom fell, Tarah was forced to offer herself into servitude to her captor in exchange for her brother’s life, becoming a spy in a dangerous game against Ezekiel, the future Dragon King of Ebodia. Haunted by a prophecy of his doom by a woman’s hand, Prince Ezekiel has meticulously avoided female company throughout his life. However, everything changed when he met Tarah, the new fated Seer of Ebodia. Initially only caring about ruling the world, Ezekiel now finds himself strongly enamored by Tarah, at the risk of losing sight of his own goals. Caught between safeguarding her brother's life and the growing affection for the domineering ruler, Tarah faces a dilemma. Will she navigate this dangerous path, risking everything for her heart's desires? ********* Excerpt: "You can't escape me. There's nowhere in this world where you can hide from my reach," Ezekiel whispered, his breath warm against her neck. Her throat tightened as his lips grazed her skin. With a firm yet gentle grip on her chin, he tilted her head, urging her to meet his intense gaze, causing her heart to pound in her chest. "I'm here to make you remember every detail of the agony you've caused me," he declared. "Agony?!" she protested. "Yes, your cruel betrayal. Leaving me, breaking your promise..."

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A Personal Bet

Asura checked the activities for the day and smiled as she excitedly lined up for the card games.

"Are you going to join here, Lady Asura?" Minister Janus asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Of course! It's been a long time since I joined in gambling!" she burst out, her eyes shining brightly with excitement. She was feeling giddy as she craned her neck to peer inside the big tent where the card games were happening. She had always been skilled at these games but had been unable to play since Devon's siege.

The Sorel Guild was well-organized, and everyone inside was polite and sportsmanlike. There were clear guidelines and punishments for those who cheated or caused a ruckus. A spell was cast on all players who wished to participate, ensuring fairness and deterring any potential troublemakers.