Queen Ambrosia

She had always felt out of place. That feeling pushed her to leave Arthandica swiftly after her coming of age. With a father who turned a blind eye to whatever his wife and children did... she vowed never to return. But fate, it seems, has other plans.



He had always known his freedom would be short-lived. As the prince and heir to the Arthandica throne, he wouldn’t even have the liberty to choose who he wanted to be with. Not that anyone particular came to mind—but someone obedient would suffice. Still, fate had a different idea. An illegitimate daughter? Unthinkable.





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“We?” she asked, gesturing between them with a flick of her hand. “We are only going to be a nine-day wonder, because there is no way in hell I’m letting fate decide the course of my life.” Ambrosia spoke with so much fury she wished she could spit in the face of the man who always managed to draw a reaction out of her.



“You think I want this?” he snapped, voice rising with annoyance. “I hate you, Keket Ambrosia Bathory. You will—”



“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Your Highness,” Keket cut him off, her tone laced with cold sarcasm. “The feeling is absolutely mutual.” She lingered on your highness, her voice dripping with mockery like honey from a hive.