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 garden party 2
"Fortunately, I'm at your service," a voice cuts abruptly into the conversation.
Yetsune and Yettiri glance back to see Hagian sauntering toward them. Anakin walks off with Lady Leya, leaving the sisters to deal with him. Around them, the other guests lose interest, their chatter resuming.
Yettiri starts to call Anakin back, but Hagian steps into her line of sight. Her expression hardens, disdain pouring from her narrowed eyes.
"Our new commander has spent far too long living on the borders," Hagian says, his greasy smile failing to disguise his arrogance. "I'm far better suited to give a tour."
Yettiri's stomach churns at his attempt at charm. "Let's go, Sersi," she says curtly, brushing past him without so much as a glance.
As Yetsune moves to follow, Hagian's hand darts out, gripping her wrist in an iron hold. She whirls around, eyes wide at his hand on her.