Nanotchka

The pampered young miss and decorated military tactician of the Anisen household once asked, 
“Why do I have to be the sacrificial lamb?"

The Crown Prince of Tissuria in his younger days once declared, 
“I will marry you when we grow up.”

The trusted retainer once informed the grown Crown Prince, 
“The replacement bride was reluctant to take on the role.” 

Vaughn smirked. He knew that Zenia would likely refuse the marriage.

“Should we continue monitoring the movements of the siblings, my Lord?”

“Yes, that’s already a given. A prey like that is not easy to capture and keep.”

The Crown Prince promised, 
“We will meet again soon Zenia. It’s time to put you to your rightful place.”

Join Zenia and Vaughn in their crazy and funny adventures as they uncover 
the truth and witness how they nurture their love to stand the test of time. 

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The Prince's Runaway Bride

Tissuria was indeed a kingdom of many traditions. Just when Zenia thought that the ceremony was finally over, the King stood up.

Zenia's jaw dropped when she heard the King's announcement. Vaughn could tell that his wife wanted to return to her room and rest. It had already been an exhausting day for her. He sighed as he stood up and extended his hand to take hers.

Zenia looked at Vaughn with pleading eyes. Vaughn just shook his head gently. He lowered his head and whispered in her ears.

"We should go through this. Please bear with it a little more. I will compensate you for this."

"You will give me anything I ask?"

"You, don't go back on your words." Zenia's eyes began to beam with delight.

Dancing is not My Forte