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Two girls become two princesses. Camilla and Violet. One fair, one dark. One wealthy, one poor. They both marry handsome princes from the powerful House of Devon. So how do their stories weave together and how did their lives take such very different paths? 

A compelling medieval tale of forbidden love and untamed emotions. 

Volume One revolves around an arrogant young prince and the terrified princess he holds captive, both burdened with a deep-seated animosity towards each other. As the plot unfolds, their shared history and the tragic fate of their families create a palpable tension between them. The author masterfully weaves a narrative of passion, fear and vulnerability, forcing the protagonists to confront their true feelings for each other.

A tale of two lovers who must stop pretending they can live without each other.

Volume Two is the story of fierce sibling rivalry. Of how jealousy and insecurity can drive people to do things they never imagined when power is at stake. 

Can anyone find joy in the House of Devon?

Earning the Love of a Princess

19 February, 1359. Westerhaven Palace, Islia

The day dawned cold but clear. That morning, Camilla sat by the fireplace in her presence chamber, a half finished tapestry spread across her lap. She rubbed her eyes, trying to mask her irritation. After several days of dreary fog and rain keeping everyone inside, she was feeling bored and restless. There were only so many tapestries she could help stitch or so many times she could listen to the same gossip in the queen's apartments.

As if sensing her mood, Meg stretched and asked, "Shall we go for a walk outside?"

"Who would ever want to go out there? It will be freezing!" Katerine looked up briefly from her embroidery.

"Who cares about the cold? We have plenty of furs for that!" Meg was starting to sound as restless as Camilla felt. "I'm tired of being cooped up inside! This has been the rainiest winter I can remember."

Meg shot the princess a pleading look. "Just a short walk at least, my lady?"

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