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Trapped by a generations-old marriage alliance, Princess Yetsune yearns to break free from her gilded cage.

Her dream of freedom turns into a nightmare when she makes the reckless decision to embark on an escapade to the kingdom she is betrothed to and falls into a tangled web of forbidden love, political deceit and betrayal.

Disguised as a commoner, a chance encounter with Callan, the Empress’s brother brings about a love at first sight that soon turns into a passionate romance. Clinging onto Callan, Yetsune decides to go against her destiny and escape the marriage alliance.

But when deceit and betrayal entangles her with the Imperial Princes, she becomes a pawn in a dangerous game of power and influence.

With her identity exposed too soon and factions vying for her hand and the power it brings, Yetsune's plan spins out of control.

Though her heart belongs to Callan, Yetsune is forced into a marriage of convenience with the Third Prince. Their marriage as well as the military power the Third Prince yields spins her into a web of schemes to obtain the throne.
Yetsune must navigate a treacherous path in a court swarming with deceit, betrayals, obsession and romance. 

Can she reunite with her first love or will she embrace this dangerous marriage with the Third Prince?


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The Princess’s Bittersweet Marriage to a Doting Commander

Her cheeks burn in humiliation, the crass word snapping her back to reality. She snatches the handkerchief from him, quickly dabbing at her nose. The fantasy she'd constructed crumbles into dust, replaced by a very real and very tangible embarrassment.

Princess Ayslin extends the handkerchief back but hesitates, her eyes pleading. "Can I… keep it?"

Lord Azryn glances between her and the plain handkerchief, his lips curling in amusement. "If you wish."

Beaming, she clutches it tightly to her chest.

"I thought I heard a puppy whimpering, but it turns out to be a princess." He rests one arm on his knee, tilting his head down. "Who in the imperial palace dared to make the only lineal Princess of Aushasal cry?"

"It's nothing," Princess Ayslin murmurs, hiding her puffy eyes. Then her eyes light up. "But how do you know who I am?"

Lord Azryn leans back. "Who in the imperial palace wouldn't know the Emperor's favored daughter, Princess Ayslin?"

The Princess’s new infatuation