King Andromeda

King Andromeda

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"How did it come to this?" "Surely tomorrow I'll be able to go home, right?" This is a story of love, hate and war of a woman made king by fate... Where hope flickered its light and jealousy holds no boundaries... A woman, neither knight or royalty; but despite all odds, Andromeda is determined to protect the kingdom she now rules. Is she able to rule her kingdom to prosperity? Protect it as its King? Or is she going to be overruled by the pressure that comes from the title she acquired? Let us all find out. _________________________________________ AN: To anyone who found this story, I hope you all will like it. As you can see, this is my very first story published in Wattpad and I cannot help if there are any misspelled words and wrong grammars. You are free to correct me of course.
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