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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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What Medicine Can’t Cure

27 November, 1368. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.

Lucas's confession about Gabriel's short, tragic life, remained stuck in Celia's mind for a long time afterwards. The two of them never mentioned the little boy again. Moreover, she made a point of focusing their following conversations on more lighthearted, jovial subjects. She didn't want to add to the grief he already carried around, like picking at the scar of an old wound.

When she was alone however, Celia couldn't stop letting his words echo in her mind. To think that during one spring and summer, she had been an innocent child under the same castle roof as Lucas. She would've roamed around Magdaline, learning under her tutors and playing with her friends, completely unaware of a baby's slow decline and death in another part of her grandfather's castle.

The days grew colder, the relentless rain now changing to sleet. Walking through the muddy, bare gardens was no longer an option.