SapphirePeter


Winters upon winters have drifted by, and still, the North remains without its destined sovereign. One by one, pretenders have fallen, claimed by the death that guards the empty throne. 
As despair consumes the realm - people dying, their purpose withering - a whispered prophecy stirs the ashes — the one they seek walks among the South.

While the Heavens remain without the offer of an heir to the North, a Southern Princess drinks to excess at a Royal Event and exposes royal rot.
She is ordered to be killed, steel drawn... when a certain Prince Commander claims her to be his wife.
Marriage was never her fate. Certainly not to him,  but desperation writes its own vows. There were no promises, no expectations, but love came, slow and certain. 
It seemed the sun had broken through the clouds, but something superiorly vital is then taken from this Princess, and she is sent to the worst of dungeons when her husband is at war. He returns, thinking she left him, and he falls into the deepest of despair.


The Princess’s heart is heavily marked in this strange new world where unfamiliar souls shape her. They teach her, harden her, and rebirth her into something nearly unrecognizable.
She flees with them as a circumstance exposes her to be the ruler they have been in search of.
Through hardship and pain, she ascends—not only to lead the North but to stir the balance of the universe itself.
But at what price? What must be given?
Follow her odyssey - a journey of life, of love, betrayal, revenge, of war and transformation, and of staggering power that shakes worlds.
Her name is Nadezhda. 
Nadezhda means hope. She is our hope.




QUEEN OF THE NORTH (THE WILL OF THE HEAVENS)

I am not a queen because I rule, I rule because I am THE QUEEN. 


Birthed in my heart. Alive in my veins… 


Prince Commander Zorgan’s Minor Palace, Valcresh, The South… 


Camille had woken up in the middle of the night to relieve her bladder. 


But as she sat upright on her small bed, haphazard movement of thick white tendrils moved in her blurry vision. 


She blinked her eyes to temporarily send the sleep away and understanding of the smell in her nostrils hit her; the sight her vision had accommodated was brought to light. Something was burning, the smell was in the room, the smell was in the palace, it was everywhere. 


She placed a hand over her nose as she left her bed to stir Aida who was in the middle of the room. 


“Aida…’’ She called as she rocked the girl’s shoulders. Aida grumbled a few unheard words and turned to the other side. Immediately, Camille slapped her shoulder hard. 


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