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“You must bear a child, Celia. what good is a woman who isn’t a mother? What good is an empty womb?”

“Especially when it’s a foreign womb, like yours…”

It’s not an easy life when you’re watched month after month, when all the blame is placed at your feet for your young husband having no heir. 

Celia Devon Tralhamir, Crown Princess of Havietten, waits every month with hope mingled with fear. 

A child will secure her future. But it will also bind her for life to a husband she neither loves or respects, who refuses to see her abilities. Is that what she wants?

Is she content to prioritise security over happiness, and be a wordless decorative vessel all her life?

Or is she brave enough to try to forge her own path and seize fulfilment on her own terms? Even in a society that cannot recognise individual brilliance in a mere woman.

A sequel to the WEBNOVEL book “Earning the Love of a Princess”, this novel follows another woman born into the Royal House of Devon, trying to fight the confines that threaten to stifle her happiness.

The Loneliest Ballad

The two of then continued to stare at each other for long minutes, neither one willing to move first. The distrust between them was palpable.

It dawned on Celia that she was sitting up in the bed, completely naked. She hated being bare in front of Tobin, even though he'd seen everything a hundred times or more. She draped the length of her discarded nightgown over herself as best as she could, still pressing the garment's sleeve to her dripping nose.

Tobin seemed to also realise he was exposed. He ducked his head and quickly started tying his trouser laces together. After that, he wouldn't meet her eyes.

There was no connection, no affinity between them. There likely never would be. Despite the many times their bodies had joined together, they were no closer to connecting emotionally.

She looked at him hard. His red face told her he wanted to unleash his temper again, but she also saw another emotion behind the angry bluster.

These Things Happen