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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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Lucas kissed her again and she slid her arms around his waist, placing her palms against his bare back.

It genuinely felt like time was stopping whenever he kissed her. Celia could feel herself forgetting all her worries about duty and her illustrious future.

It really was sweet to just live in that moment.

Lucas has the fingers of one hand wrapped around her neck. Suddenly, his fingers slid downwards in a deliberate motion towards the top of her bodice.

Celia felt two of his fingers slide under the stiff velvet and stroke her nipple. A breathy little cry tore from her throat.

She didn't understand. Tobin had pinched and palmed her countless times before and she'd just seen it as one more unpleasant thing to endure when lying with him.

It had never sent a jolt through her body.

What was a nipple anyway but a harmless little peak of pink skin?

His fingers gave another stroke and she shuddered, suddenly feeling weak.