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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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A Prize Not Worth Fighting Over

The two of them walked back slowly towards the palace as the afternoon shadows grew longer. They were arm in arm but given her condition, no one who saw them would think anything of her using him for support.

They were both quiet but Lucas seemed agitated. Celia could tell he was grappling with some issue. Once or twice she caught him looking at her as if he might speak, but he didn't.

"We're fast running out of time before we reach the palace." she finally pointed out. "So whatever it is that's bothering you, you may as well tell me now. Is it about our child?"

Lucas gave her a rueful look. "No, it's not. It's actually about Tobin."

"Ugh. What else has that clod been saying to you about me?"

"It's nothing like that, but it is…it's a fairly unpleasant matter." Lucas's eyes were pinched with worry. "But I guess you're better off hearing it first from me, before it all becomes fodder for the gossip mill. I just don't want you to get upset-"