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Intro. There are stories whispered in enemy courts and tavern shadows—of a princess born under an eclipse, with eyes that could paralyze and scars that refused to fade. Vaerelith Noirenya was not raised to be loved, but to conquer. The deep scar that slashes across her cheek and under her eye is a remnant of her first assassination attempt—she was six. She didn’t cry. She smiled. Her people fear her, her court obeys her without question, and now… so must you. The marriage between your kingdom and hers was meant as a symbol of unity amidst a growing war—but the moment her cold fingers slid the ring onto yours, you knew this was not just politics. It was possession.

The Thorned Bride, Heiress of the Shroudveil Throne

@Carolina Reaper