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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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Let It Be So

1 June, 1369. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.

Celia found herself quietly knocking on the low timber door again, memories rushing back. It had been just over a year since she'd last stood in that very spot, she realised in amazement. In that time, a great many things had changed beyond recognition.

She knew she was one of those things that had changed so dramatically.

"Come in." the familiar, cheerful voice behind the closed door called out.

Celia slowly pushed the door open and ducked under the low lintel to pass through it.

She was back in the dim yet tidy room belonging to the witch.

Thea was sitting on her bed, looking exactly the same as Celia remembered and knitting a length of green wool. She smiled warmly when she saw the princess in her doorway but her cloudy gaze showed no surprise. It was as if she'd expected her.

Perhaps she knew all along that I'd be back, Celia thought with a wry smile.