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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

William looked his wife right in the eye and waited for her answer. If she told him to leave, he'd honour her wishes, no matter how difficult it might be for him.

After a moment of just staring at him, Camilla slowly nodded. William felt his shoulders slump in relief.

Walking into the middle of the stifling room, he gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed. He felt more out of place than he could ever remember feeling. Camilla seemed to barely notice his presence, her eyes squeezing shut against the pain she was clearly in. The scandalised gazes of half a dozen older women however, continued to bore into him.

Just endure it, he scolded himself as he sat, unable to stop shaking with fear. William felt himself flinch and tense every time Camilla tried to choke back a cry. Seeing her in such pain was a sick kind of torture.

"Does the room have to be so goddamned hot?" William quickly found himself pulling off his outer tunic as he felt himself sweating.

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