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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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10 June, 1359. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.

Celia opened her eyes and waited as the velvet canopy over her bed came into focus. The room was still dim but her instincts told her it wasn't far off dawn.

Odd how I can't hear Tobin's snoring, was her first thought. Has he not come to bed yet?

She slowly turned her neck to look at the bed next to her and found it empty. No, Tobin definitely hadn't slept there.

Celia tried sitting up and discovered two things.

The first one was that her left arm was not only heavily bandaged, but if was folded across her chest within a cloth sling.

The second was that moving the arm - or even the fingers on her left hand - sent a wave of pain through her body that made her want to scream.

Celia sifted through her memories of the night before. She remembered the music and the gifts, the ridiculous swan and its white plumage.