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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.

Gabrielle_Johnson_6482 · ย้อนยุค
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245 Chs

Now What?

Celia felt her own belly lurching at the sour smell of liquor and bile as it hit her. Like hell she was going to end up vomiting too, though.

Definitely not in front of a certain young lord.

Lucas looked at the doors that Sarai had escaped through before he tipped his head back and gave a weary sigh. "So much for helping."

He then turned to look at Tobin. "Let's get you into bed, Your Highness, shall we?"

The drunk man could only nod mutely.

"I'm sorry to ask to ask this of you, my lady. But could you possibly help me?" Lucas looked at Celia, embarrassed at the question.

She quickly nodded and moved to Tobin's side, her bare feet carefully sidestepping the vomit soaking into the rug. She draped his arm over her shoulders and wrapped her own arm around his thick middle.

Lucas grabbed Tobin from the other side and together the two tried to steer him towards the bedchamber.