JHeart

[Rewriting]

The seven kingdoms of the West Continent, a world dominated by power, where the strong ruled and were loved, desired and exalted, the strong were the Gods and the weak, though few, were content to live under the protection of the strong.

This was the world Andronika Majeir was born into, a world of strength, a world of power, a world of warriors and powerful bloodlines and special body markings, a world of the strong and Andronika was one of them, one of the strong...No, she was one of the strongest, one of the most powerful.

Born into a military family, a lineage of outstanding Generals, Nika was trained from birth to be an excellent warrior, strategist and leader, at a young age, her prowess in battle was unmatched and her power markings never before seen, however along with battle training Nika was raised knowing her duty as a Majeir, a duty to guard, protect and fight for her kingdom and her king.

Young , foolish and unwilling to accept her fate to protect, Nika ended up making all the wrong choices in life, betraying her father and her king.

Nika died at the hands of her lover, for whom she gave up everything, filled with regret and shame, Nika knew that she who had been an undefeated warrior had been completely deceived and utterly defeated by love, she knew her death was well deserved, but as she welcomed her death with open arms, Nika had one last thought.

"I have been such a fool, if there was a second chance, I Andronika Majeir swear on my life and honor that I will right all my wrongs, I will live only for my duty as a Majeir, If there was a second chance, I will conquer love."

First book in the Tales of the continents.

**I do not own the cover art, all credits go to the artist. It will be taken off upon request**

To Conquer Love

~Who is the most sensible person? The one who finds what is to their own advantage in all that happens to them~

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The crown prince of Dalagh placed down the scroll in his hand and leaned back. Fingers lifting up to slowly rub his temples. He glanced back at the heap of scrolls still left to attend to and sighed in devastation.

His imperial father, the king had taken the day off abruptly again, once again

leaving matters of the court to crown prince Jaran to handle, and with Jalan's absence, there was no one for him to share his work in half with whilst ignoring their begrudging glares. Jaran missed his little brother already, as cold and distant as Jalan appeared, to Jaran his little brother was the one he could rely on the most.

The Crown Prince (Ch.39)