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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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Some Events are Unmissable

Air. She needed air and she couldn't get enough of it.

The painful retching stopped her from filling her lungs.

There were also too many people around her, crowding her. Beside her, looming over her. Even peering at her from over the high table. She could hear their exclamations and feel their stares.

Celia wanted to scream at them all to stand back and give her some room to just breathe. And to stop gaping at her like she was the evening's entertainment.

Even though for all intents and purposes, she probably was. Even more entertaining to watch than the acrobats.

She heard some shuffling and murmuring behind her and the next moment, someone was crouched in front of her. Celia lifted her watery eyes and found herself looking into the face of the Moraigthian ambassador, Lord Van der Voreen. The old man's face was tight with concern, pale hazel eyes quivering.

"Breathe, my lady. Just breathe. You're not alone." he whispered soothingly.