The Royal Painter

The Royal Painter

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Aella Sangre, an assassin trained from the moment she was born. To be, a lethal weapon under the hand of Lunarath's King. Chained to him by an un-breakable blood oath, she now has one last assignment. If successful- freedom is hers. If not- she will spend her last breath killing whoever and whatever the King so wishes. This last assignment is everything, her freedom and her life. Nothing will stand in her way. Not even a make believe happily ever after. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• [I am pretty bad at descriptions but, you can't judge a book by its cover right? So take a look. Maybe you will enter a world you may never want to leave.] <began 1st august 2017>
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Vale Havon and Aberon had been at war for thirty years. Three decades of battle on the Eastern plains of Vale Havon's lands. This is why on the Western side Zaffre felt pretty safe. Helping her parents run the farm is her only duty and she was happy to do it. Things change, however, when her father gets sick. Bedridden he can't help with any of the dawn til' dusk work, and Zaffre is unsure if she can pick up the slack. Worse is the sudden death of their animals. With the autumn harvest on its way and already two horses down, things look bleak. The war still wages, and as more troops die Vale Havon grows more desperate. The Royal family is willing to do anything to save their kingdom. To keep their power. So, the drafts begin. Suddenly the Western border is not safe anymore. Zaffre knows if she's sent to fight her mother can't keep the farm running. So she goes into hiding. Except no secret stays hidden, and Zaffre's role in the world is far bigger than simply harvesting plants. Everything just got a whole lot more complicated. Excerpt: A cold sweat began to trickle its way down her back and a shiver traveled up her spine. It was when the hair on the back of her neck stood on the end that she realized something was wrong. She took a few more steps forward in the dark forest when she finally comprehended the thing that flashed a warning in her instincts. The sounds of the woods she'd been hearing all night, the birds, crickets, and scuttering squirrels had all gone silent. That only meant one thing, and one thing only, a predator was on the hunt. This time it wasn't her. *Trigger Warning, the book contains, violence, blood, fighting

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