JuliaFord

[ R18+ ]
"TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF…NOW!!" Zara 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?

Zara, a modern girl from Colombia law school is transmigrated into the body of an ancient queen.
She wakes up as Queen Lysandra.  

With a turn of events, she is Obsessed over by the ruthless, Warlord Alaric and finds herself Falling so dearly for him even if she is aware that it’s forbidden.

Simultaneously, she is also betrothed to and in love with his enigmatic half brother King Erythian.

let it be known that both brothers detest each other.

she fights to hold on to her heart, but fate is cruel.

Everything shatters and the man who destroyed her…now owns her.

The lines between love and duty are blurred as Zara must navigate threats against the kingdom, alongside the love triangle with her between two brothers who despise each other.

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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2 CHAPTERS DAILY

The palace was drowning in silence, a deceptive stillness that only deepened Zara's paranoia. She moved cautiously, each step deliberate, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The weight of what she had seen earlier, the whispered conversation between Lady Vaelor and Alaric clung to her like a shadow. It gnawed at her, filling her with doubts she didn't have time to entertain.

Not now. Not when the rebellion was at its most crucial turning point.

She gritted her teeth, shoving the thoughts away as she pulled her cloak tighter around her. The thick fabric brushed against her fingers, a poor shield against the coldness that had nothing to do with the night air. The spell bound to her was suffocating, winding through her mind like an iron chain, its grip unrelenting. She felt its pull even now, a phantom force that tried to sink its claws into her will. She clenched her jaw, forcing her mind to stay sharp.

She would break free. No matter what it took.

42: I WLL NOT TOLERATE THIS!