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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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"When two souls are meant to connect: Location, timing & circumstances are all irrelevant. They suddenly become a magnet for one another, and despite their efforts to fight it, the universe somehow manipulates it all in their favor. And at that moment, when they finally give in, a new love is born."

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Ysabel rolled over to her side, biting her lower lip. She and Hinrik went on their separate ways after realizing the guards may spread a new rumor about them being alone for so long. 

It was a regretful parting, but now that she was by herself, she was mad at herself for allowing it to happen. 

"How could you?" Ysabel muttered, turning to the other side. "How could you give in like that?"

Lying flat on her back, Ysabel traced her lips with a finger, reminiscing how Hinrik's lips felt on hers. 

"Damn," Ysabel got up, her heart thumping, yearning to be around Hinrik even more. "I hate you."