The Ice Dragon || Akatsuki no Yona fanfiction// Yona of the Dawn

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Hello, my dear readers!!
It's been a long ride, hasn't it? Just wanted to let you all know that I haven't been on wattpad for a long time. So long, in fact, because four years ago wattpad didn't have any ads. Lol.

The first chapter was published when I was thirteen, today I'm seventeen (yes, it has been s long time indeed).

Firstly, I want to thank the love you have all shown to my story and to my dear character, Murai!! You are all incredible. Secondly, I'd like to apologize for not updating and leaving the story at a cliffhanger, I didn't know how to continue and school was getting tuff.

I am writing a new story, an original one! I am so thrilled to be able to share this with you all! I don't know exactly if anyone is going to read this, but if you are, check my new story out!! For now, it's called "1800s story with no name" lol.

I know the name sucks, but you might enjoy the story!! If you do enjoy romance novels, the book might be just the book for you. I will update frequently.

Just so you can have a quick preview, I will post the first chapter right here, so you can get excited ;)

Until then,
-TheLillo.

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It has been long since Clare de Marquise felt deeply for someone. 

Once, when she was a child, she met a commoner boy that sold fruit in the market on sundays. Clare remembered his gentle face and kind words, that where brutally shoved away by her mother. The young girl waited anxiously for every sunday, so she could glimpse upon the boy's face, but once her father found out, her sunday strolls where prohibited. Clare de Marquise never saw the young boy again.

Of course, Clare knew better than to love a significant other. Love took you no where, after all, it was hard to have feelings for someone who has been arranged for you, most couples live peacefully out of respect and appearences.

The young woman closed her book that sat neatly upon her lap and stored it beside her nightstand. It wouldn't be long until the arrival of the Ballard's. Clare sighed.

***

"Good morning, sister" said Stefan with a courteous smile, whilst kissing her sister's cheek.

"To you too, Stefan" Clare said with a warm smile, as her brother sat beside her.

"Alexander had to leave earlier today, he had a meeting with mr. Banks" Stefan pointed out where their older sibling would be that morning. Alexander was the eldest of the three de Marquise siblings. He was dashing and tall, a true sight for the eye.

"He is working hard for mr. Banks, we should be proud of our brother" Clare said thoughtfully as she sipped her cinnamon tea.

Both siblings drove their attention to one of the servants of their household, who walked across the hall bearing the daily post; amongst the letters, there was one that particularly drove Stefan's attention.

"Felicia, would you be so kind to bring me that letter?" Stefan asked the servant, for he knew the probable holdings of the letter.

"I am sorry, sir. But mr. de Marquise told me only he could open it. If it concerns you, once he arrives he shall read it to you and your siblings" the servant said with a brief curtsy, before she left.

Clare's expression fell, Stefan could notice, after all, he knew his sister very well. Even if she tried her best to not let anyone notice how uncomfortable the idea of marriage was to her, Stefan would always notice. He felt deeply for his sister, but he knew the Ballard's were a wealthy family with a prestigious name. He couldn't wish his sister any better.