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

"Help! Help me catch that brat, he got the Mortelium plant." The Head Pharmacist looked at Vaughn and Zenia who just got off the carriage.

"My Mortelium plant?!" Zenia asked and suddenly dashed to the direction of the thief.

The Head Pharmacist suddenly stopped running when he saw Zenia ran past him and left a strong gust of wind. Vaughn only shook his head.

Lewis, the Head Pharmacist, gave Vaughn a puzzled look. Vaughn replied by shrugging his shoulders. Lewis looked at the direction that the thief and Zenia disappeared to.

The thief was fast, but Zenia was faster. It was a good thing that the chase happened inside the premises of the Royal Apothecary, and no one else was around. Zenia finally caught the little thief. It was a little lady around eleven or twelve years old.

She lifted the child and said, "You're a girl! Why did you do that?"

Precious Mortelium