The Princess’s Bittersweet Marriage to a Doting Commander
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.
I’ll fight for us
The crowd murmurs as Anakin takes a casual stance, far from the proper form required for the game. He holds all three arrows loosely in one hand, as if he didn't care about the game.
Yetsune steps closer, her brows knitting together. "What are you doing?" she hisses, tugging at his sleeve.
Anakin doesn't respond. His gaze is fixed on the target, calm. Then, with a lazy flick of his wrist, the first arrow takes flight, followed swiftly by the second and third.
The crowd collectively gasps as the first arrow pierces dead center of the clay pot. Before their astonishment can subside, the second arrow splits the first, and the third lands cleanly alongside, splitting them both.
The crowd falls silent, stunned. No one speaks, not even to breathe. Yetsune's wide eyes shift from the arrows in the pot to Anakin. Her lips part slightly as she struggles to find her voice. "How… how did you do that?" she finally breathes.