A Royal Conflict (working title)

A Royal Conflict (working title)

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Romance
Princess Liliana of the British Isles has spent her entire life preparing for one thing: being crowed Queen one day. Thanks to the work of her mother, who fought in the last war, married the man she loved, and lead the country in a time of peace and prosperity, Liliana is confident in her ability to follow her mother's footsteps as a commander-in-chief of the military and a generous ruler. However, a wrinkle is placed in her plans when Germany begins to invade countries throughout Europe. In order to prevent another war, the Royal Advisors push Liliana into a royal courtship with Prince Frederick of Germany. Though Liliana agrees to a temporary relationship to appease both nations, she soon realizes that there is no way a magnificent courtship or even a marriage could actually ease the tension between the two nations, let alone prevent a war.
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{EDITING IN PROGRESS} My hand lifts without permission, hovering just short of the canvas. Not touching-God, even I know better-but close enough that it feels like heat radiates from the paint. "...Antonio?" Diego's voice is wary. I don't answer. I can't. I'm staring at her the way men stare at omens. "Diego," I whisper, "who is she?" Diego steps beside me, eyes widening. He whistles low. "She's... wow. She's-" "I know." "Antonio," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "you look deranged." "I feel deranged." He laughs, then cuts himself off when he sees I'm not joking. My pulse is hammering. I don't even know this girl's name, and yet something in me is clawing forward, hungry, fierce, desperate. I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in destiny or signs or prophecies or whatever nonsense my tutors preached when I was a boy. But looking at her- I almost do. "She's the Princess of Prussia," Diego finally says, reading the tiny plaque at the bottom. "Victoria." Victoria. The name hits like a strike to the chest.

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