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All she wanted was a normal life. Reborn to an unfavored consort, she keeps her head down... until she saves a boy. Haunted by memories, she defies the court, igniting loyalties and betrayal--and facing who she is.

A fae behind a locked door. A girl who wants to be bolder. A dangerous shadow the fae calls Uncle. And a portal to the Wilds. • • • The fae wilds were supposed to be whimsical. An escape from reality. But when Ursula follows August, a fawn prince of the Dawn Court, through a portal, she realizes it's anything but. Every creature thirsts for human flesh and blood--in more ways than one. As the two form a friendship and, soon after, a blossoming romance, they have to fight tooth and nail to keep each other alive, no matter the cost. Assassination attempts, time travel, and and evil hidden within Elitist fae courts will have them tearing down personal ideologies, relationships, and their own physical and mental limits. Saving the Fawn Prince will have your head spinning and your heart aching as both characters learn who they truly are, and what they mean to one another. + + + Updates Wednesdays at Midnight

# ❄️ **Jade of the Fallen Snow** ### *By Ān Ruì (安瑞)* ### *Season Two - An Unofficial Fan Sequel* The snow has fallen, old loyalties have shifted, and beneath the calm of Great Yin, another game is quietly beginning. **Xie Jingxue** is a general who knows how to command armies, read people, and conceal her intentions behind an innocent smile. **Xìngyuán** is a mysterious man whose seemingly insignificant position hides a truth that could change the balance of power around him. When their paths cross under extraordinary circumstances, a marriage born from political necessity places them on the same side of a game neither intends to lose. But neither of them is as simple as they appear. Around them, princes scheme, generals choose their loyalties, old friendships are tested, and seemingly harmless decisions begin setting much larger events into motion. As Jingxue and Xìngyuán become increasingly entangled, the difference between **using someone and trusting them** becomes dangerously thin. And while everyone believes they understand the game- **Jingxue may already be several moves ahead.**

Synopsis: After the destruction of his family, Shen Yu grows up carrying questions about the crime that ruined the Shen household and left him with no one but his sister. Years later, he enters the imperial palace and is assigned to serve the Third Prince, Xiao Jinghan, a reserved prince with a reputation shaped by the battlefield and the imperial court. What begins as an ordinary master-and-servant relationship slowly changes as Shen Yu becomes part of Jinghan's daily life. Between palace duties, troublesome princes, rivalries within the imperial family, unexpected friendships, and people whose intentions are not always as innocent as they appear, Shen Yu gradually finds himself drawn deeper into the world he once wanted nothing to do with. But the destruction of the Shen family was never as simple as it seemed. As old secrets begin surfacing and the struggle for the imperial throne tightens around the princes, Shen Yu's fate becomes entangled with Jinghan's in ways neither of them could have anticipated. A slow-burn historical BL romance of palace intrigue, family secrets, shifting loyalties, humor, and a relationship built gradually through trust, familiarity, and circumstance. ---- Enjoyyyyyyyy

Would you like to be entertained? Spymaster. Fool. Both know something the other doesn't. She knows the secrets of the kingdom. He knows exactly what he wants. Her. The Fool has fallen hopelessly, helplessly in love with the princess. And love, it seems, has made him reckless. He will lie for her. Deceive for her. And, if necessary, sacrifice anyone who stands between them. But the kingdom's most brilliant spymaster never notices the greatest secret of all: The Fool isn't playing for the crown. He's playing for her.

For four years, Giselle Moon has been nothing more than a shadow in the Imperial Palace. The fifth concubine. The least favoured. The woman Emperor Elián Valeria never looks for. At thirty, Giselle has accepted her place. She does not seek his attention or dream of becoming his favourite. She is certain the Emperor dislikes her. Perhaps even hates her. Then Elián returns from a two-year war. And everything changes. Before the entire Imperial household, the Emperor walks straight toward Giselle, takes her wrist, and leads her to his private quarters. No explanation. No warning. And then, behind closed doors, he kisses her. The man who has ignored her for four years. The man she believed wanted nothing to do with her. Why? In the Imperial Palace, a kiss from an Emperor is never merely a kiss. Every gesture is watched, every word weighed, and every favour can become a weapon. Valeria is the world's greatest empire-a modern monarchy of six states, bound beneath the Valerian Crown. For generations, concubines from the five states have been brought into the Imperial household to preserve the unity of the realm. Giselle was never meant to be anything more than one of them. A forgotten face. A quiet name. But fate has a way of rewriting the stories we think are already finished. What begins that night is not a love story. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. Only a strange, quiet bond begins to grow between an Emperor burdened by an empire and the woman he spent four years overlooking. But in a palace where affection can be more dangerous than hatred, being noticed comes at a price. Because once the Emperor remembers you, there is no going back.

The Creator forged the Ether. The Ether became Yin and Yang. From their balance came existence. Now that balance is breaking. Aerin is the most powerful Fortune Teller alive. The guardian of the Shadow Realm, keeper of ancient prisons. To some, he is a legend, to others a weapon. To the Prohibitans imprisoned beyond reality itself, he is only one thing: ~The Ether Witch~ But under all the titles and power is a man terrified of becoming another piece in the system. As ancient conspiracies awaken, forgotten cities stir beneath desert fog, and whispers of the Crimson Wraith spread through the realms, the balance between Yin and Yang begins to fracture. And if that balance breaks, reality itself may follow. Fortunately enough, Aerin is not alone. At his side stands Silver-Fox. His bonded hybrid partner, his anchor, and the one soul who still sees the man beneath the myth. In a world bound by power, duty, and destiny, the greatest battle may be holding on to one's humanity.

Maren Vael can read anyone. The angle of a smile, the pressure of a pen-stroke - it's why her country is sending her, and not some gentler cousin, to marry the enemy. The empire of Veshara is winning the war and begging for peace, and Caldra needs to know why before it signs. So Maren rides south with a treaty, a dead brother's whistle, and one task: find out what is killing the empire's dragons - before whatever it is finishes them, or comes for everyone. Her husband-to-be is Kazrael Veyne. The Ash Lord. The man whose name her people use to frighten children. She has read six years of reports on him. She knows exactly what he will be. She has never been wrong before. She has never been so wrong in her life.

In all her nineteen years of life, Rajkumari Saudamini had learned one thing with absolute certainty: certainty itself was survival. And why would it not be? Certainty built empires. Certainty stabilized kingdoms. It was the closest companion of a diplomat capable of negotiating alliances that could alter Aryavarta itself, and the greatest ally of the finance minister of Magadh - the unconquered empire ruled by her grandfather, Jarasandha. After the death of her father, certainty became her refuge. First, it was her grandfather. Then it was supposed to be Prince Rukmi of Vidarbha. And when that certainty shattered, she built another. And another. Until she became very good at surviving broken futures. Unfortunately for her, every single time life finally began settling into something safe... he returned. Krishna. The great problem of her life. The dark cowherd who walked into kingdoms smiling and left them transformed beyond recognition. Others called him divine. Beloved. The protector of dharma. Saudamini thought otherwise. To her, Vasudev Krishna was uncertainty incarnate - the question mark carved into her life when she was seven years old. The man who arrived in Mathura and left her father dead. The man whose existence shattered alliances, broke betrothals, unraveled political stability, and turned carefully laid plans into ash. So truly, she wants nothing to do with him. Which becomes rather inconvenient when fate - with all its terrible humor - keeps placing him directly in her path again. And again. And again. But what is one supposed to do when the greatest uncertainty of their life slowly begins feeling like the only certainty left? Especially when she is no ordinary princess. She is Vasumati Saudamini: the lost princess of Mathura, the beloved Rajnandini of Magadh, and perhaps the only person in Aryavarta stubborn enough to look Krishna in the eye and call him a curse.

Azlin has spent her entire life being worshipped as the kingdom's long-lost princess. But with her coronation approaching, cracks begin forming in the perfect identity she was given-and Azlin is starting to realize she may not know who she is at all. While paranoia consumes the girl wearing the crown, the true princess is still alive, hidden in plain sight and becoming everything a ruler should be without even trying. Soon, the kingdom will have to face the truth: A crown can be stolen. Blood cannot.

Before the war, before Aegon took the throne, before her bestfriend married her father, Rhealla Targaryen was simply girl in love with her bestfriends older brother. They were each other's first love-until war, pride, and family tore them apart. Fifteen years later, Gwayne Hightower returns to King's Landing to find the Targaryen princess he left behind, living as a glorified prisoner of the Greens. Forced together while the realm burns, they discover that hatred is far easier than forgiving the one person they never truly stopped loving.

They were born into royalty. They were raised to rule. They were never taught how to be siblings. Princess Amrutha has spent most of her life acting like the second mother of the royal family. At twenty, while studying for her Bachelor of Arts, she is already accustomed to responsibilities most people twice her age would avoid. Diplomatic, authoritative and frighteningly composed, she is the one everyone turns to when the palace falls into chaos. Except when she's alone with her siblings. Then the mature princess disappears, and the childish older sister emerges. Princess Anamika, eighteen, is the palace's sunshine with a sword at her side. A BA LLB student with a sharp mind and an even sharper sense of humor, she can negotiate an argument in the morning, sneak out of the palace by evening, and somehow return before anyone notices. Usually. Then there's Princess Adrishya. Sixteen. Fearless. Social. Curious. And an absolute menace. Adrishya knows every hidden route, forgotten passage and secret corner of the kingdom. She knows merchants, guards, nobles, servants, travelers and practically everyone else. Her ability to read people makes her far more dangerous than anyone realizes. Behind every charming smile, she can sense when something is wrong. And finally comes Crown Prince Anant. Ten years old. Perfectly polite. Unreasonably annoying. Far too intelligent for his age. He adores his sisters, respects them deeply, and somehow possesses the extraordinary ability to turn a peaceful afternoon into complete royal chaos. Together, the four siblings are supposed to represent the future of their kingdom. Instead, they argue over breakfast, sneak through palace corridors, tease one another, disappear into the city, uncover secrets they were never meant to find and repeatedly test the patience of the people responsible for protecting them. But beneath the laughter, silk and golden palace walls lies a kingdom full of political games, hidden motives and danger

In a strange twist of history, the sudden death of Sultan Selim, the second of his name, always hits weirdly. That unexpected assassination after the near death of all his siblings, and the ascension of Sultan Qadir, a sultan whose maternity was mostly unnamed throughout history. But sudden discoveries and revelations during excavations unfold, throwing us headfirst into the tale, or more likely the legend, of the hidden consort of Sultan Suleiman, the one who evaded the eye of history while undeniably making it, Zuhre Mihriban Sultan, who we don't exactly know too well. And if you are intrigued by this mysterious sultan, who seems to have evaded history at her finest, if you are intrigued by her story, so am I. Join me as I tell you this tale of a sultana, so playful and fair, yet hidden in the world's mayfair. And with her choices, she makes this dare-her son becomes the sultanate's heir.

Fae warrior Rayna Shahid has never fit the mold. Too strong, too loud, too good at spilling blood and eating whole steaks with her bare hands-exactly the kind of female most males don't know what to do with. Except Lorcan Salvaterre. They've fought beside each other for centuries in Maeve's brutal cadre-two weapons forged in the same hellfire, shaped by the same merciless queen. Rayna, the wildfire. Lorcan, the blade. They were never supposed to want anything beyond survival. They were never supposed to want each other. But fate has a sick sense of humor-because the moment the bond snaps into place, it's like a blade to the throat for them both. Rayna has already buried one warrior who never came back from war. And Lorcan has lived long enough to know that anything he lets himself love becomes a weakness his enemies will exploit. So they pretend. They deny. They fight the bond with teeth bared and shadows snarling-until an old ex crawls back into Rayna's orbit, old wounds rip open, and a new war brews at Terrasen's borders. Now Rayna and Lorcan have to navigate bloodshed, jealousy, ancient magic, and their own stubborn hearts-while trying not to kill each other in the process. He's a weapon honed by centuries of violence. She's wildfire with a temper that could scorch kingdoms. Together, they might just burn the whole world clean. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers-to-mates fantasy romance set in the Throne of Glass world, featuring sharp banter, feral protectiveness, emotionally constipated immortals, and the kind of devotion that terrifies them both.

||ON HOLD|| The knife kissed his throat-cold and very precise. ❝Don't move,❞ Morgana's voice said behind him. ❝Not a muscle.❞ Sage froze. He felt her breath at his nape, warm against the blade's promise.She knew exactly where to place a blade. ❝How did you get out of your room?❞ he asked calmly. ❝Step forward.❞ He obeyed. She guided him through the narrow corridor, backing him against stone, trapping him there. The knife pressed closer now-close enough to hurt. ❝Drop your sword.❞ It hit the floor. ❝You're going to get me out,❞ she said. ❝Out of your reach. I don't care where you send me-as long as I never have to see Procris Saxon again.❞ Sage smiled faintly. ❝And why would I do that?❞ The blade bit, just barely. ❝Because if you don't,❞ she said, ❝I finish what I started.❞ Silence coiled between them. Then Sage moved. In a breath, the knife was his. Her back met stone. His forearm blocked her escape, the blade resting beneath her jaw. ❝You bastard,❞ she hissed. ❝Careful,❞ Sage said softly. ❝Any movement, and I will actually act like a bastard.❞ Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath the knife. He felt it. She knew he did. ❝Do it,❞she said. ❝You've wanted to since the day we met.❞ Sage leaned closer,Their eyes locked. ❝Tell me,❞.he said slowly , dangerously,.❝why I shouldn't.❞ *** Power is never inherited cleanly. It is taken-by fire, by blood, by betrayal. Sage Saxon, High Marshal of Wein, is the Queen's most loyal weapon-and her most dangerous liability. What he does not have is freedom.And Morgana Hawthorne is nothing but a pawn to get that freedom -THE CROWN.Or at least that's what Sage thought. Morgana of Bellorophen wants none of this. But when survival demands a contract sealed in vows,she has no option but to marry the man she vowed to kill. Their marriage was designed to end. strategic , temporary, and controlled. Love, unfortunately, does not follow design.

A prince. A pretty girl. A jacked commander. A beautiful ruby merchant. A kingdom that may or may not burn. Don't be shy, turn the page

The first experiment ended in a wedding. Now the kingdom wants another. Prince Valentine Knight is adored by everyone-because he's charming, polite, and never lets anyone see what he's really feeling. The kingdom thinks he's easy to love. Queen Talya knows better. So she pairs him with someone who doesn't believe in princes at all: Sebastian Pierce Hook-son of Captain Hook, raised on the Isle, built from saltwater, scars, and survival. It's supposed to be fake. Strategic. Supervised. Temporary. But Sebastian doesn't bow. Valentine doesn't break. And the more the kingdom watches them, the more dangerous it becomes-because the one thing this experiment can't control is what happens when two people start choosing each other for real.

A noblewoman raised for obedience. A marriage signed like a death sentence. A court where survival is not guaranteed. Clara was born into duty - not love. When she is traded to secure a fragile alliance, her fate is sealed long before the vows are spoken. In a world where loyalty is lethal and marriage is war, Clara must decide whether to obey... or become the thing they never planned for. Some women are born to rule. She was born to die.

'Smile, Al... smile and good things will follow,' is what Selene remembers being her last words when she's yanked into a sprawling room carpeted with velvet and marble pillars reaching up to the high ceiling. A few meters away from her towers a tall blonde with calculating ferocity briefly bleeding through her lilac eyes. Supposedly, she's been summoned by the future Queen to be her lady-in-waiting. Perhaps the world should let her grieve first. [[Part 3 of 'death and I, we go hand in hand']]

In the kingdom of Eryndor, Princess Isolde is torn between duty and the whispers of her heart. As the sole heir, she is burdened by her father's failing health, her mother's recent death, and a looming marriage to the prince of Valmara-a union that feels more like a trap than an alliance. Unknown to her, Valmara's royal court conspires to overthrow her family in a desperate bid for survival, driven by a famine ravaging their lands. When Eoin, Isolde's first love and the castle stable hand from her youth, returns unexpectedly after years of silence, old wounds resurface. Forced apart by her parents' threats and the call of duty, Isolde and Eoin find themselves entangled once more as secrets unravel. Drawn together by their shared history and the kingdom's peril, they must navigate a web of betrayal, hidden alliances, and forbidden love. As tensions rise, Isolde must decide whether to trust Eoin to uncover the truth behind Valmara's intentions, even as she questions the loyalty of her own council. Their shared journey will test the limits of love and loyalty, pushing them to face their past and risk everything to save Eryndor from impending ruin. A tale of intrigue, sacrifice, and enduring love, Eryndor's Heir is a sweeping fantasy romance about two souls fighting to save a kingdom-and each other.