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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

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132 Chs

Whipped

"Realize that everything connects to everything else."

-Leonardo Da Vinci

Before the sun could set, half of the participants made it back with a black ribbon in their possession.

More than half went home.

As soon as Ysabel arrived with Prince Hinrik following closely behind, a rumour whispered among the gathered monarchs in the courtyard. 

Part of it was about the two of them arriving at the same time.

But Ysabel ignored the ogling gazes. She was more alarmed by the other whispers she briefly caught on while her horse walked slowly, approaching her father and the hostler standing agitatedly beside him.

Ysabel found Reis waiting for her as well, her eyes briefly glancing at Prince Hinrik.

The princess paid no heed to it. Reis had stayed at Bezmun for a while; the familiarity was to be expected.

Pulling at the reins, Ysabel halted her horse and hopped off.

She greeted her father and the hostler.