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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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My Own Life

Lucas allowed her to step back from his embrace and look up at him. She sniffled, trying to pull herself together somewhat.

"Do you feel better now that you've been honest with me, and with yourself about how you feel?" he asked.

"A bit, yes." Celia admitted. "I'm still really angry about what you did, though."

"I can understand that. I don't expect you to just be able to forgive me without another thought." He sighed, then moved as if to wrap his arms around her again. He shoved his hands in his pockets instead. "I can only hope you realise that I did what I genuinely thought was best for you. I'd never do anything to deliberately wound you. I hope you know that."

"I suppose."

"You suppose? Are you being serious right now?" Lucas stared at her incredulously. "Good lord, I love you more than my own life, Celia."

"But you didn't you trust me to handle this on my own. You love me but still see me as weak and incapable."

"Wh-what?"