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The Golden Rings of KIN by crisscrosscookies
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In a world of animals lived four deities- each ruled their corresponding animal and what they called the "Heavens Above". Legends say whoever gets a blessing from one of the said deities gains golden rings on their head. A tragedy happens, and a being who overpowers the deities attacks. One sacrifices themselves to use a binding curse to lock the creature away to keep everyone safe. That is until...
His highness, his secret. by junhuislefteyebrow
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France, 1863 - Château de Montclair, Loire Valley The sun spilled gold through the lace-curtained windows of Château de Montclair, where ivy crept like velvet fingers along the limestone walls and roses bloomed with a hush of nobility in the gardens below. Within these regal halls lived one of the most revered families in France: King Alexandre Éloi de Montclair and his beloved queen, Juliette Ophélie-so often the subject of portraits, whispered admiration, and political envy. Their three children, each distinct as a brushstroke on a master's canvas, were raised under chandeliers and the weight of expectation. Princess Amélie Estelle, poised and sharp-eyed, had a quiet resolve that belied her youth. The youngest, Princess Annabelle Céleste, was all lightness-dreamy, golden-hearted, and endlessly adored by the court. But it was the eldest, Prince Auréle Valentine, who carried the heaviest crown of all-heir to a kingdom, and to the hopes of a dynasty. Tall, lean, with a poet's face framed by tousled chestnut hair that nearly brushed his collar, Auréle walked the marbled corridors like a painting come to life. Elegant yet elusive, he was admired far and wide. And yet... unmarried. The court whispered. Why had such a prince, with the world at his feet and beauty in his blood, yet to choose a bride? Some said he was too picky, others that he longed for something more-a love that would not just fulfill duty, but stir his soul. And as spring stirred the gardens awake beyond the stained-glass windows, so too would fate begin to stir the prince's heart...