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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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245 Chs

No Reprieve

A pang of dread rippled through Celia's limbs. Was she really going to have to do that, without even one night of reprieve? "Tomorrow, then. I'm truly exhausted right now."

"No." He jutted his fat chin out and gestured towards their bed. "There's no rest from the business of making an heir. I'm not taking no as an answer, nor do I have to."

"Tobin-"

"Open your legs and shut your mouth. I'm not interested in your opinion on the matter."

Celia felt tears of anger and sheer impotence started to build but she blinked them back. 

She wouldn't give the hateful boy the satisfaction of seeing them fall. She made her face icily impassive as she tugged off her robe, refusing to meet Tobin's hot, smug gaze.

You can do this. You've endured so many times before. You can do it again, Celia.