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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 grandeur of the ballroom had quieted. The final strains of music had faded, leaving behind a soft hum of night that settled over the estate like a closing curtain.

In a smaller, elegantly appointed drawing room just off the hall, the six princes found themselves gathered, a fire crackling gently in the hearth. Goblets of warm mulled wine rested on side tables, their steam curling lazily into the air.

Lord Mitchel entered with his usual poise, a lighthearted curiosity shining in his eyes.

"Well," he began with a mild smile, hands clasped behind his back. "I trust the evening treated you all... memorably?"

The princes exchanged a brief glance.

Prince Robert was the first to speak, his tone light but laced with mischief. "Memorable is one word for it, my lord."

"Unexpected," added Prince Edward with a half-smile, swirling the wine in his goblet. "But not unpleasant."

Prince Keith scoffed under his breath and leaned against the mantel. "Depends on your definition of pleasant."

Lord Mitchel chuckled. "Now, now, I'm far too experienced not to sense when something—or someone—has stirred the still waters of royal composure." His eyes gleamed knowingly. "Would any of you care to elaborate?"

There was a brief silence, thoughtful yet charged.

Prince Wysten, ever the quiet one, spoke in a low, almost absent voice. "Let's just say Hillgovia holds more... surprises than we anticipated."

"Especially the ones wearing poised expressions and speaking in riddles," Jacen murmured.

That earned a quiet laugh from Nicholas. "And leave the ballroom before anyone truly gets to know them."

Lord Mitchel let out a soft hum, folding his arms now, clearly amused by their vague attempts at deflection.

"Well," he said slowly, turning toward the firelight, "I suspect tonight's encounters may linger longer in your thoughts than you care to admit."

Just then, his butler Liam—a poised young man with an unreadable expression and perceptive eyes—stepped into the room, having quietly brought in a tray of after-supper digestifs. His gaze flicked subtly toward Lord Mitchel, and something unspoken passed between them. A nearly imperceptible exchange.

Lord Mitchel caught it, then turned back toward the princes with that same amused smile—one that suggested he knew far more than he let on.

He reached for a glass and raised it slightly. "To surprises, then," he offered. "And to the games of diplomacy… where every glance, every word, is a move."

The princes lifted their glasses, but their expressions carried layers—curiosity, amusement, and a hint of cautious intrigue.

As Liam quietly withdrew, his eyes lingered for the briefest moment on the doorway.

The Echo After Elegance