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.
Troubled minds
Under the moonlight, Anakin swings his sword, footsteps chasing the flurry of his sword.
His body bends like a reed in the wind as he sweeps the blade overhead, then launches into a perfect somersault. The night air whips past his face as he spins, his dark robes billowing around him. Landing on his feet, he thrusts the sword forward with force. Chest heaving with the rise and fall of his breath, he holds the stance.
His eyes harden as that moment replays in his mind - Yetsune cornering him against the wall, the intensity of her gaze, the smirk on her lips. The scene haunts him, refusing to fade. Each movement of his sword grows sharper, more intense, his footwork increasingly swift as if he's trying to slash away the persistent memory.
At the edge of the training ground, Yisu and Vanya watch him from the shadows, their arms folded.