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Why does the King want to take the daughter of a country noble as his bride? Aren't there so many other women more qualified to marry him???

It has been a few months since the second Prince conquered the throne through a path of blood. One of his first decrees states he will marry the daughter of Duke Bursio, Veronica.
Yet, the girl is more than unwilling. And not only because of the ferocious reputation of the young tyrant.
She has a secret to keep, and becoming the Queen of Alba would be a risk she's reluctant to take. She is the Princess of Mages. Her powers shall be hidden, for the church persecutes anyone with some affinity with magical arts.
Avoiding the King's orders is impossible until she comes up with a plan: she can't get married twice, right? As such, she just has to find another man that will accept her and perform the sacred ceremony before the King has the chance to get his hands on her.
The guard at her door, Ignis, seems just the perfect person. They knew each other as children, and this unexpected reunion looks like the last opportunity fate has to offer.

WARNING: smut.

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From the story:
I bend lower, approaching his lips. I keep a close distance from our mouths so that they don't touch, but not enough to avoid my breath tickling him when I talk.
«Can you swear you won't complain no matter what I do?»
«I can. I won't fight back against you, Veronica. I swear it on my honour and my life.»
«That's so tempting, you know? Letting me do whatever I want...» I pull the side of the shirt apart, detaching the two buttons I forgot to undo. «Are you sure I'm a little lamb who won't take advantage of your offer?»
I place a digit on his chest, making sure he feels the nail pressing. Since he doesn't react, I scratch him. Not too deep, just enough to make him realise I'm not joking.
No reaction at all. Not even a frown. Not a single word.
«Oh, I'm ready to test your honour tonight,» I whisper, dragging my hand on his stomach.

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My other works:
- Crazy Duke and Fallen Queen (historical romance, completed)
- Destined: the Vampire's Soulmate (fantasy romance, completed)
- Unexpected Gift (sci-fi romance, ongoing, free)

The Cursed Tyrant and His Reluctant Queen

The morning after the small incident with the bleeding, I get up early to prepare. I have to greet the delegation returning to the Palace.

Since it's the King we're talking about, I can't just get down in my nightgown, wave my hand, and return to sleep.

I'd like to do that. To return to sleep...

The maids bring me warm water to wash my face, and they take out a new dress for the occasion. Its cream colour makes me purse my lips but they have no intention of allowing me to wear a darker colour when greeting the King departing for a long, dangerous journey.

They tie my hair up and help me with the cloak. No jewellery today because I'll be back here in an hour at most.

No makeup because I'll sink my face in the pillow immediately after crossing the door.

It's fresh outside, so the dress has sleeves for once. Long, larger from the elbows down. The tip reaches my knee, so they're not as long as to be in the way.

Greeting the departing King (1)