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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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Could It Be?

13 May, 1369. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.

Celia was woken up by a string of bitter grumbles at her side. 

"Stop thrashing around, for fuck's sake." Tobin's voice was rough with sleep but still rang out with annoyance. "If you can't sleep quietly here, then go sleep on a couch. Or on the floor."

Ever the gentleman, Celia thought. "Sorry." she murmured as she sat up and pushed her tangled hair back from her eyes. She'd been dreaming about Sabine's limp body, how her eyes had stared blankly... 

The bedchamber was still dark. She was about to lay back down on her pillow and try to sleep some more, when her insides gave a painful lurch. Vomit threatened to rise up her throat.

Celia sat very still and waited for her belly to settle itself. But it didn't. 

She looked at Tobin in desperation but he'd already rolled over and was facing away from her. His snoring had started up again.