Who is the rightful ruler of Ransang?

Book1: The General's Wife
The only daughter of Ransang’s President, countryside-bred Natalia Averona was arranged to marry the Capital’s General, General Randall Ferrer. This was to protect her from those who attempted to kill her when she and her mother almost burned to death from a fire believed to have been perpetrated by the Gionite Tribe.
Kept away from the public, she frequently sneaks out with her maidservant, Runi, and her childhood military officer friend, Lieutenant Marcial, to have fun that usually create rifts between her and the General’s domineering attitude. 
Everything changed when under odd circumstances, she learned of her glorious past where she might be the only one who could stop another looming Civil War between two ethnicities lead by two significant men in her life.


Book 2: The Gionite Queen
Queen Kulintang/Natalia's reign as Ransang's Head of State has been threatened with an assassination attempt and an abduction of the daughter of one of Ransang's tribal chieftains.
Aside from this, she and her husband, General Randall Ferrer, must satisfy their obligation to the throne by producing an heir.

Book 3: One True Heir
The succession of Prince Sinag as the next Head of State has been threatened by a claimant to Ransang's throne. According to the claimant, he is the first son of the last Gionite royal family. 
Aside from a claimant to the throne, Prince Sinag must also balance his obligations as a future reigning monarch and as a lover to a beautiful but unfavored heiress who sought him for help in claiming her fortune. 
Will he choose to rule or abdicate his right to the throne? Will he marry an intended noble lady for him or will he fight for his beautiful heiress to be his future Queen?

Ransang Chronicles is created by Miel Hontucan, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.


Ransang Chronicles

I entered the ballroom with all my expectations coming alive—high ceilings, chandeliers, hollowed space, floor-length curtains, big windows, and tall vases at every corner.


 It’s just like the library without the towering bookcases but mere endless space. The white marble floors were polished clean and shiny. It would be a shame to allow your dog with mud-soaked paws to roam freely inside.


The General was looking outside through the big windows. He must have seen me feeding the pigeons with Marcial but I didn’t care really.


The sun was already high at this time as its rays penetrated through the windows. It somehow created a glowing outline all throughout the General’s body.


I cleared my throat and he turned to me, forcing a warm grin. He took off his hands from his pockets and placed them behind him. I noticed that he’s not wearing his usual military uniform with all the flags and little medals all over his chest. 


Chapter 31: Ballroom