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The Ice Queen, the Engineer and the Vampire Prince

In the frozen depths of Queen Eleanor's beleaguered kingdom Eldoria, ice shards glisten like broken dreams amidst the endless winter. Meanwhile, in Vampire Prince Vincent's domain, the ceaseless whirring of machines drowns out all hope. But an ancient prophecy, etched in blood and arcane runes, inexorably binds their fates together. As they each dare to dream of technological marvels that could thaw the endless night, a malevolent force stirs - an insidious enemy poised to devour all they cherish. Bitter rivalry must give way to uneasy alliance as Eleanor and Vincent are forced to unite against the encroaching peril. Betrayals like viper's strikes lash out from the shadows they once called friends. In this crucible of fire and ice, the two leaders must face the demons that lurk in their own shattered souls. Will their bond transcend the boundaries of flesh and steel? Or will mistrust splinter the last vestige of light in their dying realms? Vincent becomes insanely jealous when Eleanor turns twenty-one and does not accept his love proposal. He launches a relentless personal war against her and the palace because she can now rule Eldoria entirely on her own. He has lost his chance at expanding his principality. Eleanor is elated that she reached this milestone unmarried. She bravely defends herself and the palace against Vincent's attacks as he sends out monsterlike fighters to attack Eleanor's realm and coronation. Aided by her friend Shane, a genius engineer whose brilliance burns as fierce as his loyalty, Eleanor must summon a fierce ferocity to safeguard her people. Vincent has to face the fact that he may never unite the two kingdoms, though. Will Eleanor ever accept him as her partner? Can he beat Shane’s ingenuity and loyalty, ever?

Charlotte P Lambert · Ciencia y ficción
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83 Chs

Religious blessings and Church coronation

The following morning after the lavish garden celebrations, Eleanor oversaw the commencement of the most sacrosanct rituals solidifying her reign - the ceremonial blessings and invocations bestowed by the highest holy orders of Eldoria.

From the soaring, vaulted splendor of Avalon Cathedral, Eleanor presided with pious humility as hundreds of sequined vestments and gilded censers processed through the sprawling nave. The air was thick with resinous frankincense and the unwavering chants of white-stoled clerics. It was an ancient, immutable ceremony of spiritual benediction upon Eldoria's newly crowned queen.

Despite the profound solemnity of the rites, Eleanor couldn't quite repress a swelling of pride and contentment from blooming in her breast. She had defied all those who would deny her rightful destiny and now basked in the full regality of her consecrated rule being cemented by the inviolable powers of faith itself.