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.
The fake Crown Princess
Yettiri is sitting in the courtyard, her veiled face resting in her palm, elbow propped on the stone table. Her eyes are closed, enjoying a rare moment of reprieve as she waits.
"Your Highness," Sersi calls softly, walking up to her.
She opens her eyes and drops her elbow, glancing his way. "The targets are ready," he tells her.
Yettiri rises and follows Sersi to the archery stand. She holds out her hand and he hands her the bow and arrow. She nocks the arrow then draws the bowstring.
Her fierce gaze fixes on the target ahead, the bullseye reflecting like a challenge in her cold, steely eyes.
Sersi watches her nervously, fidgeting with the hilt of his sword. His pulse races. There's something he needs to ask her, but the timing feels wrong.
"Your Highness," he starts, his voice barely above a whisper. He licks his lips, bracing himself for her reaction.