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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 rode back from the palace, utterly confused. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Despite his reluctance to leave, Silvia had insisted on resting, prompting Dastan to agree to depart with his guards. As he rode on the back of his horse, lost in his own thoughts, he was oblivious to the cold snow falling around him.

Suddenly, a thought pierced through the chaos in his mind. "Where is Isa? I haven't seen him since I woke up," Dastan voiced his query to the guards trailing behind him. They halted their horses, exchanging bewildered glances as if the question caught them off guard.

Dastan's expression darkened. "Why are you looking at each other like that? I asked a simple question," he demanded, irritation creeping into his tone, causing the guards to shrink back in fear. One of them, regaining his composure, spoke up.

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