Sanelia crumbled. The Whispering Woods, once lush and alive, now whispered of despair. The fireflies had fled, and the shadowy figures danced a mournful waltz. Bella's family—Anna, Laila, James—had vanished, swallowed by the labyrinth's hunger.
The Tear of the Moon, her grandmother's locket, grew colder. It no longer guided her; instead, it whispered of endings. Bella wandered the castle's empty corridors, tracing faded tapestries, seeking solace in memories.
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Princess Bella Hamilton of Sanelia
Historical FictionPrincess Bella Hamilton of Sanelia In the mystical kingdom of Sanelia, where moonlight danced with ancient trees and forgotten magic whispered through the air, the fate of an entire realm hung in delicate balance. Princess Bella Mary Hamilton, born...
