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

Zekiah instructed one of the maids to inform Verone that the Crown Princess would pay her a visit. Did he do it to give her a sort of warning or give Verone a time to compose herself? Of course not! The longer Verone would wait, the more anxious she would get.

He sent the message three hours ago. Zekiah couldn't decide on which dress to wear. It also took him some time to choose the right accessories. He finished his preparation after two hours. He went out of the room five hours after he sent the message to Verone that he would be coming over.

Zekiah, together with Rosalie, headed to Verone's room. They were carrying four bottles of the nourishing tonic that Zekiah mentioned before. Zekiah looked elegant and grand in his outfit. He was able to mimic Zenia's demeanor to perfection, except he couldn't help emitting a dark aura.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Verone and her maids greeted in unison.

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