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The Aucacia Empire had always been a put together kingdom. The commoners relied on their king just like the king relied on his people, there was no rumor the king didn't know about and there was nothing the commoners weren't informed of. It was the perfect give and take relationship a kingdom should always have. 

But perfect things tend to have greedy eyes watching them. 

A perfect environment has no worries about sudden attacks. The same peace of mind that gave the kingdom a blanket of comfort was only the only thing that was imperfect and the only thing that should have never gotten out of the castle walls. But evil has its way of breaking down barriers. 

A perfect environment is a fragile one. The gentle air shrouded in glass, ready to be shattered with the wrong move. One that the greedy hands were ready to take and one that young prince, Dominic, would have the displeasure of witnessing.

Now with the passing of the king of the Aucacia kingdom, cracks start to form in the fragile walls protecting the crown and the people ruled by it. With the days of his enthronement around the corner, the growls of hunger from the greedy eyes grown louder. How long can the kingdom stay put together? Who will tip over the shaky foundations of the kingdom? Who will be the PeaceMaker?

cover art: Day.n

PeaceMaker

Mr. Crowly stared at her in amusement for a moment before nodding his head. "Quite the lady indeed."

He was amazed by the girl, truly, but at the same time, he was worried. There has not a time where he is casually exposed to girls of her kind especially of her caliber. It was almost impossible not to worry for her future as a lady in the kingdo-

"I hope you're not coming up with foolish assumptions about how my daughter will fare in the life of a maiden in the kingdom," Cryst muttered, her voice snapping into Mr. Crowly's mind.

"Excuse me?" He asked, a surprised expression on his face.

Cryst stared at him for a moment her deep-green eyes seeming to take him in as a whole. "Hm…" she murmured, turning from Mr. Crowly and beginning her walk. "Your daughters. The ones that stood up on stage and awed everyone with their beauty and expertise in instruments. What were their names? Ah… right, Maria, Jena and… Annabeth was it?"

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