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#R18
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#FATEDLOVE
#DRAGON
#FASTPACED
#FORBIDDENLOVE
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

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..." ***** MAIN STORY STATUS - COMPLETED

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#R18
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#FATEDLOVE
#DRAGON
#FASTPACED
#FORBIDDENLOVE
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

Seeds of Doubt

King Father Stephan nodded. "Good. We cannot afford to let baseless rumors destabilize our kingdom, especially now. Keep me informed of any progress. In the meantime, I suggest we wait for our King before drawing any conclusions."

After further discussion, King Father Stephan dismissed her.

As Greta left the throne hall, unease gnawed at her. The servant she had instructed earlier approached, panting. "Where is the one who left this letter?!" Greta demanded.

"I apologize, Lady Greta, but no one among the servants present came forward. They say the person assigned to clean your bedchamber suddenly asked to leave the palace because of an emergency. Her mother is sick…" the servant explained.

"Who is that?" Greta's eyes narrowed.

"Tessa Russo, milady," the servant informed.

"Get me her address right this instant," Greta ordered.