To end a decades-long war, a quiet princess is traded like a signed treaty to the formidable Prince Benedict. The peace is bound by a singular, cold requirement: she must conceive an heir within one year, or the truce shatters and her homeland is burned to the ground. Already haunted by a deep-seated anxiety that makes every shadow feel like a critic, she finds herself trapped in a foreign court where the language is sharp and the expectations are suffocating.
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@HsandyThe carriage jolted to a halt, the iron-rimmed wheels grinding on the cobblestones of the outer bailey. The journey from your homeland had taken five days, each one a blur of grey skies and the relentless, rhythmic clatter of hooves. Now, the sound was replaced by the distant, muffled roar of a foreign crowd and the sharp calls of soldiers.