A love story between the Warrior Crown Princess of the much hated Mahlinian Tribe, and the astute, but dashing Crown Prince of the Passinam Kingdom.

Forced to do her captor’s bidding, Princess Zahrona found herself roped into the battle schemes of the wily, and calculative Prince Huvere.

“If you leave, you will die.”

“You have poison in your blood,” he answered her with an air of finality.

“The Mahlinian Tribe will never bow to any oppressor, talk much more of an aging tyrant!” Princess Zahrona spat out angrily.

What do the Fates have in store, for her?

It’s In The Stars

As they descended the sandy slopes of the sweltering desert, the magnificent Passinam Kingdom came into view. 


It was an imposing, large, and sprawling city. 


Stretching for thousands of miles, the city was surrounded with very mighty walls, and had two giant steel gates; one stationed at the entrance, and the other at the rear of the Kingdom. 


A fortified military outpost was stationed some meters away from the entrance of the city gates, to watch out for, and crush intruders. 


On sighting their Crown Prince from afar, the Post Commander and some of his top soldiers rode out on horses, to welcome Prince Huvere and his small party. 


And welcome back!!!" The Post Commander and his soldiers saluted, greeting their Crown Prince in the Passinam royal fashion. 


Prince Huvere responded to their salutes in like manner, accepting the respects paid to him. 


"Any occurances in my absence?" He asked the leader of the horsemen. 


Chapter Three_What A Cold, Cold Crown Prince