Bubble_GuM

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?


----------------------------
Book Cover by discord : writerbubble1234
instagram : @writerbubble

My Queen's Touch

Nicholas stood behind Dastan for a few more moments before he decided to excuse himself with urgency. He was headed straight to the queen's quarters, his actions filled with haste. Upon reaching the doors of the queen's chambers, he knocked firmly.

"Your Highness, I have news," he said in a quivery voice.

The guards opened the door for him, allowing him into the room. Fleur was tending to her hair as he arrived.

"Sir Nicholas? What brought you here?" she questioned.

Nicholas clenched his hands together and bowed slightly before speaking. "Your Highness, I have bad news."

Fleur tensed and nodded. "Speak up, I am all ears," she added.

"Your Highness, the prince… He is writing a letter to–" his chest filled up, and he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Sir Nicholas, please tell me. Your delay will not be fruitful," she urged.

30