Trapped by a generations-old marriage alliance, Princess Yetsune yearns to break free from her gilded cage. Her dream of freedom turns into a nightmare when she makes the reckless decision to embark on an escapade to the kingdom she is betrothed to and falls into a tangled web of forbidden love, political deceit and betrayal. Disguised as a commoner, a chance encounter with Callan, the Empress’s brother brings about a love at first sight that soon turns into a passionate romance. Clinging onto Callan, Yetsune decides to go against her destiny and escape the marriage alliance. But when deceit and betrayal entangles her with the Imperial Princes, she becomes a pawn in a dangerous game of power and influence. With her identity exposed too soon and factions vying for her hand and the power it brings, Yetsune's plan spins out of control. Though her heart belongs to Callan, Yetsune is forced into a marriage of convenience with the Third Prince. Their marriage as well as the military power the Third Prince yields spins her into a web of schemes to obtain the throne. Yetsune must navigate a treacherous path in a court swarming with deceit, betrayals, obsession and romance. Can she reunite with her first love or will she embrace this dangerous marriage with the Third Prince? I will be updating every day so please add to your library for steady updates. The cover is not mine but edited by me.
The whip cracks cruelly against Erya's back, slicing her skin as it tears through her clothes. She screams in utter pain as Yettiri rips the whip back.
"Erya!" Yetsune cries out in horror, trying to turn her away but Erya clutches her tight to shield her body.
Yetsune's eyes brim with tears at the bloody gash marring Erya's back. She lifts her gaze to Yettiri in disbelief. Her sister's fingers tremble around the whip, face twisted in unrelenting rage, no remorse or regret in her eyes.
Yetsunr feels her knees weaken, and her lashes quiver. That brutal strike was meant for her. She glances at the wound on Erya's back again and dread feels her. She doesn't practice martial art, that whip could have killed her if Erya hadn't taken it.
"Yetsune whispers, voice breaking, "You meant to hurt me?"
Lord Azryn and Sersi feel the shock ripple through their body. That strike was filled with killing intent.