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The Dethroned Monarch

A great monarch is not one without flaws, but rather they are those who recognize their shortcomings and continually refine them, turning their flaws into strengths. Such were the principles that Ysabel's mother taught her. However, the very woman had killed herself when her flaws brought her to stand before judgment. Wounded by her mother's betrayal to the crown and their people, Ysabel was stripped of her title and dethroned on the very day she was ready to confess her love to Prince Hinrik. Exiled to live the rest of her life outside the kingdom, Ysabel met a mysterious stranger who gave her a second chance to fix what had gone wrong. Accepting the offer, Ysabel found herself waking up several days before her coronation as the new Queen of Eyeris. Determined to discover the mystery behind her mother's death, Ysabel knew changes were bound to be made. No longer posing as the kind-hearted monarch, Ysabel met Prince Hinrik, the man she had fallen in love with in her previous life. Dead-set on never repeating the same mistakes, Ysabel distanced herself from the dashing Prince. Yet, how long would she be able to resist him when he was living within her reach? -- DISCLAIMER: Cover is not mine

shrEk2o3 · Fantasi
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132 Chs

Curiosity

"It might take a year, it might take a day. But what it's meant to be will always find its way."

-Unknown

Horrified at the course or her action, Ysabel slowly turned around. She could hear her heart hammering inside her chest. 

On the other hand, Prince Hinrik smirked, wearing the royal colors of Bezmun.

Ysabel was a little smitten by his appearance for the evening, his smile widening when he realized she was flustered. 

"You look like you've seen a ghost. Is everything alright with you?" Prince Hinrik asked, downplaying the myriad of emotions playing inside of him. 

He had his gift ready and was in the middle of practicing his lines upon handing it to Ysabel. However, the opportunity presented to him now caught him off guard. 

The prince thought about giving it or wait until the festivities for the evening would be over. The task was simple. Yet, a few nobles were sent home.