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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

29 September, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten

It was so dark, there were times she could barely see her hand in front of her face. Still, she ploughed on, moving ever so slowly through the palace.

Celia was silently making her way towards the diplomats' wing. She knew it was a risky move but she couldn't wait another day longer.

She hadn't seen Lucas for over a month. He'd received word in the middle of August that his mother, the Dowager Viscountess Nadrim, had suddenly taken ill.

Celia had told him he needed to go to her right away. "You're her only child. She needs you at her side."

"But I don't want to just leave you and the children here alone." he'd said to her, looking truly torn.

"We're not alone. The ambassadors are still all here to keep me company. Besides, our boys are in no danger. They're the most pampered, most well looked after babies in the land. Tobin needs them, so he'd never let any harm befall them."

Season of Silence