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

In the magnificent Throne Room of the Mahlinian Tribe, Queen Turion sat with a stunned look on her face. 


The messenger kneeling before her, had his face lowered, reverently awaiting her response. 


"Are you certain of your words?" She asked him, her gaze seeking to bore through his lowered head. 


"Our King and some royal courtiers, including this lowly servant, saw her with our own eyes. 


Hence, this messenger cannot be wrong," the kneeling man assured. 


As soon as Prince Huvere and his party had left, King Dalma had sent a messenger to the Mahlinian Tribe, to inquire from Queen Turion, whether or not, she was in league with the Passinam Kingdom. 


The information the Grotian messenger brought to Queen Turion, gave her no few shocks. 


For months, she had dispatched scouts and warriors near and far, seeking for her daughters, and striving to rescue them from wherever they had been taken. 


Chapter Seven_Remove Your Filthy Hands From My Daughter!