" SHE WAS GIVEN TO HIM, TO SAVE THE EMPIRE."



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" Did you hear, the princess is turning eighteen years old today? " One maid murmured to the other. The other answered, " Yes. Do you think he will be here? "



They were talking like the princess was not there. She was just a few feet ahead of them. Princess Kyra shakes her head helplessly and walks toward the throne room as her father asked her presence.



Princess Kyra Mary Ivy Qeania is the most beautiful woman in the Empire. She has curly blond hair and blue eyes. She had an Hourglass type of body. Everyone wants to be with her but her parents have already given her to someone before she was born. 




When she entered the throne room, everyone's eyes were cast downwards as she walked toward her father. Princess Kyra asks coldly, " Father, you called me. " Her father looked at her and replied, " Yes, HE asked for your presence at his place. So, you * sigh* have to leave in a few minutes. " 



Princess Kyra didn't show any expression on her face and replied, " Okay, I'll tell my maid to pack the things that I might need there. If nothing else, I'll take my leave. "



She bowed her head in respect to her father, The Emperor, and left. 



Who is HE? 



Why did her parents give her to someone before she was born?



Stay tuned to know what happens next.

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Queen Of Darkness

The echoes of Princess Kyra's crowning ceremony lingered in the air as the guests made their way back to their quarters, the excitement of the day still buzzing beneath the surface. Duke Albert and Duke James’ families had settled in the castle, planning to journey home at dawn. 


Fatigue settled over the assembly like a heavy blanket; traversing the portals had drained even the most seasoned travelers. Magicians, more resilient than mere mortals, stirred with an energy born from their arcane power. 


As the night deepened, Mage Luke retreated to his tower, pondering the perplexing revelations that had unfolded before the wedding. For the first time, he grasped why visions of Princess Kyra had eluded him. Yet, lurking in the shadows of that newfound clarity was a troubling enigma—what had he glimpsed before her very birth? 


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