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

Zenia looked at the Queen and hesitated. She understood the Queen's feelings very well and any mother would feel the same way. She only wanted to know whether her son had indeed married an ugly woman or not.

Zenia thought that if her brother married an ugly girl and loved her, she would search for the best doctor to improve the way she looked. Not necessarily change her looks but to give her confidence – just like what her family did for her.

Zenia subconsciously touched the area on her shoulder where the scar was. It only appeared invisible now because of the thin film of synthetic skin over it. The scar was still there, and it was covered with the synthetic skin. Her brothers and her father were the ones who searched for the doctor. Her mother and father paid a fortune just to have it done. She could always cover the scar beneath her clothes, and she was not bothered by it. As long as she couldn't see it, she wouldn't be bothered.

I’ve Come to Fetch My Wife