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Cassian had lived his life in the most miserable way. He had scrubbed the floors and washed the clothes in the cold winter and done everything just to please his uncle’s family, but in return, they sold him to a merchant only for a pouch of coins.

And the merchant decided to gift him to the king of Aetherlyn, a faraway kingdom from his small village to show his loyalty and curry favor from the king. And he was the lucky one from the group to be choosen by the king. Thus he got the position of palace servant. 

Cassian thought maybe his life in the palace would be different, but he was bound to be disappointed as the people in the palace were far more sinister and ruthless. Scheming ran in their blood.

And can anyone tell him why his path always crossed with the notorious first prince of the kingdom? The seemingly cold prince had an unpredictable temper. And why was he always drawn to him like a moth to a light?

Will Cassian be able to survive in the palace where the true faces are hidden behind masks, or will he become more entangled in their schemes and just become a mere pawn in their game?

Chained Hearts: From Slavery to Sovereignty

As Dorian's finger traced Cassian's cheek, they heard urgent footsteps approaching in their direction. The sound was coming from the corridor outside the prince's chamber.

Dorian immediately created the distance between him and Cassian, and as Cassian wiped the remaining tears on his face, the door swung open with the force.

Zane, who is Dorian's aide, stepped inside the room; his expression is a mixture of urgency and bewilderment.

"Your Highness," he began but held his voice back when he looked at the scene, his eyes darting between Dorian and Cassian and looking at the unexpected scene before him.

"I need your presence regarding some matters."

Dorian's brow slightly furrowed as he looked at the urgent tone of Zane.

Zane wondered as he looked at Cassian, It was uncommon for Prince Dorian to have anyone—especially a servant—present in his quarters while he was still there.

Chapter 47: What We Were Discussing... It Matters