Wattys longlist 2018 A wattpad featured story! Highest rank #1 1st-list winner in the Aspiring Author Awards! A winner in the eminence awards! A winner in The Best Books Awards! Reader's Hook Winner in the Witty feed's awards A winner in the Wonders Writing Contest:Principal Awards! Seventeen-year-old Celestia is an orphan. Growing to be independent, she learnt how to sneak unseen underneath the nose of community. But there is more behind those silent eyes. Ardoria was once a prodigious world that breathed mirth and jocundity. But now, it is the remaining parts of an asunder world torn by darkness and demons. And as an infinite war still sings between the goods and the evils, the Black Queen is baring her cards too fast for the safety of all existence. Power lusted, Lysithea is ready to bring hell upon heaven to gain the ultimate throne, even if it means butchering every single head in the entire kingdoms. And as a long awaited threat comes to fulfill what was left undone, all her plans lay dangerously on the brink of failure. Propelled headlong in this new world of darkness and secrets, Celestia's arrival stirs ancient prophecies sung by the first around their fires. And as her past catches up, Celestia is fast to uncover the truth behind the veil of her true identity. Being one and only remaining heir to a throne crafted by the gods themselves, Celestia will have to dig her path through hell itself to regain the throne left upon her shoulders. Being left with little options, she holds only one solution to break a curse casted eons ago. And as fate has once wished, the young princess, accompanied with her friends, will have to search earths and skies for an artifact that is told to save all. But will she succeed, knowing that a traitor is plotting against their every move?

What can a slave girl do when she's but a pawn in a game of kings? Sent to infiltrate the enemy kingdom as the new bride of the King of Palandyre, Cinclair has only one goal in mind: the prize is her freedom, the price is his life, and the task is murder. But the man she must kill ignites in her a fire she cannot quench, sends her blood racing with the first flash of his grin and the tilt of his brow, and it feels like a dagger in her gut to see him falling for a mask she wears and the lies she's spun, because one more day his passion grows means one less day that he may live. As stakes climb higher and the war drums pound louder outside the castle walls, the hour of his death draws unforgivably near. But the heart cannot kill what the heart beats for... and her heart beats for his. [ cover by @VaineLuchia ]