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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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"I believe that every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine."

-Neil Armstrong

The sound of the bell echoed, signalling the end of the afternoon mass at the local chapel of Eyeris. 

A young woman clad in black with a black veil over her head sat at the end of the pew. She watched the people around her leave and stayed seated. 

There were a few who stole glances at her but most ignored her. It wasn't until the last person had exited the chapel that the woman got up and approached the priest.

The latter smiled. He was used to people coming to him to confess or seek his advice regarding matters that concerned their faith and spiritual well-being. 

"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," the young woman uttered, kneeling before the priest with a hand over her heart. 

"We have a Merciful Lord who forgives the penitent. Bless you, my child. Coming here is already a step to your redemption."