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In a world torn apart by ancient enmities, a marriage of convenience is brokered between the rival nations of Solyria and Nuria. The union is steeped in political intrigue and desperation, as the curse afflicting the Solyrian prince can only be cured by a nurian person—a member of the enemy nation.

Caught in the midst of this arrangement are Noori, the daughter of the Emperor of Nuria, and Dastan, the cursed prince of Solyria. Their fates become intertwined as they are bound together in matrimony, despite their vastly different backgrounds and intentions.

For Dastan, the marriage represents a means to an end—the lifting of his curse. Once freed from his affliction, he seeks to dissolve the union and reclaim his sovereignty. However, Noori harbors a deeper agenda. Driven by a desire for revenge against the Solyrian kingdom, she sees the marriage as an opportunity to sow discord and chaos from within. What happens when their hateful relationship evolves into something more, forcing one of them to reconsider their plans to save the marriage? And when their hidden histories are revealed, will they be able to maintain their marriage amidst the turmoil?


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My Queen's Touch

Dastan sat across from his mother, Fleur, in their chambers as she lovingly spoon-fed him warm duck soup. It was a dish he had always adored, and Fleur had specially requested the servants to prepare it for him. With each spoonful, she watched him with a mix of pride and relief, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy.

She smiled brightly each time he eagerly opened his mouth for another spoonful, the simple act filling her heart with happiness. Despite the trials and tribulations they had faced recently, this moment of tender care and connection between mother and son was a source of immense comfort to Fleur.

"Do you have any idea how much I missed you, Dastan? I can't remember the last time I slept peacefully without the fear of not being able to see you again," Fleur confessed, her voice tinged with emotion as she set the bowl aside and reached out to stroke his face. Her touch was tender, a reassurance of the reality of their reunion.

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