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The Fugitive Princess

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! Aria's POV The world had given nothing but cruelty to me. Being a princess might sound a good idea, but trust me, it's not. I grew up living in fear of myself, a discovery of what I might be. A discovery that costed the absence of my mother in my childhood. Instead, my father, a cold hearted man, raised me. I thought he hated me but he was trying to protect me from the same cruel world that snatched his wife. And then he came into my life, a guiding light in the darkness. A missing puzzle that made me complete. Leon, my personal knight! If he was an angel or a devil in disguise, that, I didn't know! ***** Other books by the author The Assassin's Redemption: A Princess's Journey To Forgiveness Cover is originally mine

Dennis_Bundi_5441 · Fantasy
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108 Chs

Mother!

Another procession of carriages arrived by the palace and halted at the front of the throne hall catching everyone's attention. There were a total of three carriages, each painted black. The crest of Avon kingdom was installed perfectly on each carriage and the coachmen wore a matching black outfit that accentuated well with the black horses. Anywhere that Black was the only color present represented the arrival of one being; The ever mysterious Lord Blackwood.

Two of the coachmen marched uniformly and opened the first two carriages and offered their hands. One by one, several beauties pulled out of the carriage, each dressed in purple dresses. The people who stood outside the throne hall were awed by this sight. Had all these come for the ball? A total of around twenty women alighted the two carriages before they left the place.