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The Lost Shard of Fate

Shortly after loosing her uncle and her home in a tragic fire incident, Hazel Troyanda finds herself facing severe charges in the Kragon kingdom. She had only been seeking refuge in a town near the border when she was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment for attempted murder on the second prince of Kragon. With no means to defend herself and no evidence or witnesses to prove her innocence, Hazel has no choice but to serve her sentence. But five years down the line, the warden of the no-name prison strikes a deal with her. He offers to set her free, convinced that she's some heir to a very wealthy family in the kingdom of Algarve, in return, she has to reward him handsomely after she has claimed her rightful position. Hazel agrees despite the doubt about the warden's theory. Her goal is to find the person behind her family's demise and her false accusatory. On her search for the perpetrator, she comes across a claim on her as a supposed heir to the Algarve throne and a certain prince that turns her world upside down. He's the brother to the man Hazel has sworn to destroy and he would do anything for his family. Hazel has nothing to loose and is ready to chase after her revenge with everything she has, even if it means going against the royal family of Kragon. Will their oaths and beliefs turn against them as they transcend the path of undeniable attraction and romance, or will they betray their feelings and find their demise in revenge? ***Excerpt***

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Lost control.

Since the fight was sudden and there were no prior preparations, the guards quickly formed a circle around Hazel and her opponent who were circling each other, waiting for the other to strike first.

Someone in the crowd had thoughtfully brought a seat for Leo but he politely declined, choosing to also stand. Even though he refused to acknowledge it, he was quite eager to see how Hazel fought.

They both had their daggers in hand and Leo's eyes lingered a little too long on Hazel's antique dagger, the little action not going unnoticed by Hazel.

After a few minutes of circling each other, eyeing each other like predators eyeing their prey and neither of them attacking, Hazel suddenly straightened and planted her hands on her hips as she heaved a tired sigh. Simon also stopped and eyed her warily, but as soon as he straightened his back, Hazel surged forward, aiming a knife at his neck.