JuliaFord

"TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF…NOW!!" Queen Lysandra commanded the king Erythian in anger as her eyes turn blood red.
he didn't see it coming and his face is flushed with shock..

"WHAT? LYS—" he asked before she interrupts.
"if I have to ask again...I WILL DO IT MYSELF" she is unrelenting.

Does Eythian comply?

Imagine dying in your own world and be reborn as the queen of a kingdom in total uproar and also falling in love with two men, one of which is dangerous and must not be loved…all in one day?

Zara...scratch that, Queen Lysandra has got a lot of work cut out for her.

When Zara placed her trembling hands on the assassin’s wounded chest, she wasn’t prepared for the force that gripped her mind. Her own hands betrayed her, snatching a dagger from her court lady and pointing it at his throat.

 “Who sent you?” she demanded, her voice not her own. 

But the assassin stayed silent, and just as quickly, the force released her. Gasping for air, Zara collapsed—only to use her fading strength to heal the man who had tried to kill her.

Zara, a modern woman who died in a car crash, doesn’t belong here at all. she woke up in Queen Lysandra’s body, a fragile ruler with strange powers and enemies in every shadow.
Queen Lysandra is betrothed to the calm and charming King Erythian, Zara finds herself drawn to his warmth and steady devotion it is her duty to marry Erythian as it would help calm the political tension arising in calithea; but duty is complicated by Alaric, a dangerous warlord, his violent aura should terrify her and yet it doesn’t, instead they cause her to be intrigued by him. 
His warnings pull her deeper into a game she doesn’t understand, where he’s both her enemy and something far more dangerous.

The lines between love and duty are blurred and Zara must navigate threats that come from outside the kingdom and from within herself. As she is taken further into a world of secrets.

Will Zara honor Queen Lysandra`s duty to the crown and her people, or will she risk it all to follow the desires of her heart?

CROWN OF FORBIDDEN HEARTS

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He aggressively spread her legs open, she barely had time to react before his lips grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh…

Dearest reader, let us not get ahead of ourselves.

The morning of her wedding dawned in eerie silence. The once-vibrant halls of Calithea were lifeless, veiled in the kind of quiet that followed ruin. The air was thick, suffocating and heavy with the weight of the kingdom's grief.

Zara sat rigid on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, her hands clenched into fists. Her nails dug into her palms, but she barely noticed the sting. Her mind swirled with fire and fury, her body thrumming with unspent rage.

She had been caged, humiliated, stripped of everything, her kingdom, her freedom, and worst of all, him. Erythian. The man who had bled for her. The man who had loved her.

31: LOVE BOUND