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The Loneliest Ballad

“You must bear a child, Celia. what good is a woman who isn’t a mother? What good is an empty womb?” “Especially when it’s a foreign womb, like yours…” It’s not an easy life when you’re watched month after month, when all the blame is placed at your feet for your young husband having no heir. Celia Devon Tralhamir, Crown Princess of Havietten, waits every month with hope mingled with fear. A child will secure her future. But it will also bind her for life to a husband she neither loves or respects, who refuses to see her abilities. Is that what she wants? Is she content to prioritise security over happiness, and be a wordless decorative vessel all her life? Or is she brave enough to try to forge her own path and seize fulfilment on her own terms? Even in a society that cannot recognise individual brilliance in a mere woman. A sequel to the WEBNOVEL book “Earning the Love of a Princess”, this novel follows another woman born into the Royal House of Devon, trying to fight the confines that threaten to stifle her happiness.

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In Her Wake

She saw how her mother's expression suddenly hardened and her eyes grew blank. It was as if she'd stepped behind a veil to hide her true feelings.

Celia felt a little sick with remorse. Should she have just left the subject alone instead of risking hurting her mother?

"Who told you I had a twin?" Violet asked glacially.

"Several people." No point revealing that she'd known for years, thanks to Lauren's mean spirited gossip. That would only make her mother even angrier and then she'd likely clam up and refuse to say another word about it.

"Fine, then. Yes, I once had a twin sister. She died many years ago, before you were born. Why are you raising it now?"

Celia picked her words carefully. "Because there has to be a reason why you've never breathed a word about her."

Silence.

"It must have been a terrible shock when she died." Celia said tentatively.

"It was." Violet said shortly. "It shattered my heart beyond repair."