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

"Dantes Astoria came here in this kingdom hoping to find the last mage of Shadora. That mage was from Prazia and for some unknown reason, he decided to live in Shadora. Dantes Astoria was hoping that the mage could help him increase his power."

"I thought the last mage of Shadora died a hundred years ago. Zosimo told us that. How old is this Dantes Astoria now if those men are still looking for him? Is he even alive?"

Vaughn shook his head. Zenia's mouth could be so toxic sometimes, and it knew no bounds. He wondered if she was playing dumb or trying to get back at Chief Elder for forcing her to send a portion of her cooked meals.

Chief Elder's face flushed, and Vaughn had no idea if it was due to anger or embarrassment – maybe both?

Meet Dantes Astoria