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A mysterious girl.
A kingdom long forgotten
And six crown princes whose lives are about to alter.

This isn't a damsel in distress story but much more.

Kourtney Bethaway appeared in Hillgovia six months ago—quiet, elegant, and impossible to ignore. She works under the iconic designer Julien Perrie, lives without fanfare, and speaks nothing of who she is … except for one thing:

She’s from Gardenia.

A kingdom long buried in silence. A name people barely remember—if they dare speak it at all.

Everything begins to shift the night she crosses paths with six crown princes from the allied kingdoms. And then keep crossing paths.

Coincidence?
Or destiny pulling threads?

They don’t know who she is.
She doesn’t explain.
She doesn’t ask for their attention.
But somehow, she draws it anyway.

Tension hums. Glances sharpen.
Words carry weight.
Each prince is drawn to her in his own way—some curious, some cautious… and some already unraveling.

But just as they begin to take notice of the girl cloaked in grace—

She disappears.
No reason. No trace. No goodbye.
Only the memory of a girl who felt like a question no one knew how to ask…
All that’s left is the echo of her presence…
And the unsettling sense that her story isn’t done. Not yet.

She came from a kingdom long forgotten.
She left without a trace.
But the truth she carries… is the one no one is ready to bear.

The princes can’t forget her.
The kingdoms can’t outrun what’s coming.
And somewhere in the silence—
Her story is only just beginning.

What happens when the girl no one could read…
Becomes the one they can’t forget?

Start reading now.
Because some storms arrive quietly—
And change everything.

Dive in and uncover.
Because in a world of crowns, secrets, and perfectly placed smiles—
Kourtney Bethaway might be the storm no one was prepared for.

If you enjoy slow-burn tension, secrets cloaked in velvet, and characters who don’t fit the mold—they break it—

Then give this book a try.

Let yourself step into a world where every glance has weight, every silence holds meaning…
And the girl no one expected may just change everything.

Read now and unravel the secrets surrounding her.

Veiled Among Kingdoms - Book One of Thrones Entwined

The city drifted by in streaks of light and shadow beyond the car windows. Inside, the quiet between them felt full, like a breath neither had released yet. The engine hummed beneath them, soft and steady.

Jenna sat in the passenger seat, still in the gown, hair slightly undone, fingers tangled nervously in the fabric of her sleeve. Kourtney kept one hand on the wheel, the other relaxed in her lap, her eyes focused ahead.

Neither of them spoke—until Jenna finally did, voice barely above a breath.

Kourtney didn't look away from the road. "Don't be."

Kourtney glanced over briefly, brow raised. "So how did you end up there in the first place?"

Jenna hesitated, then exhaled. "When I got to Bella's room, she wasn't there. Her vanity room was empty, except for a note left on the table."

"She wrote that she couldn't attend tonight. Said she had an important date tonight. And then she asked whoever found the note to go in her place."

"Seriously?" Kourtney frowned, eyes still on the road. "That's how you ended up in that mess?"

"I know," Jenna nodded. "I tried calling you right after, but I column't reach you. I didn't want her to get in trouble or lose her spot, so I just... stepped in."

Kourtney nodded once, not surprised by Jenna's reason. "I called too. After I got to the café. Straight to voicemail. Figured something was off."

Jenna sighed, leaning her head back. "I left my phone in her room. I didn't realize until I was already in the ballroom. And then thighs escalated"

Jenna looked down at her lap. "But you showed up. Right on time."

Kourtney didn't respond, but her expression shifted—just a little. A glint of something between reassurance and resolve.

"Thank you," Jenna added, voice tight but sincere. "For being there."

There was a long pause. The car turned down a quieter street, shadows stretching across the hood.

Then Jenna spoke again, slower this time.

"That call you got. Right before you left. What was it about?"

The air shifted—not tense, but not the same.

Kourtney's fingers tapped lightly once against the steering wheel. Then she looked at Jenna, not blinking.

She didn't ask what that meant. Didn't need to.

The moment passed between them—wordless, understood.

Kourtney looked back at the road, and neither of them said another thing.

And inside, something had just begun to move.

The Ride Back