The Crowning Glory

The Crowning Glory

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He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my skin, could see every detail of his face, the intensity behind his eyes, the faint scar above his brow. My heart pounded as he closed the last of the distance between us. "You have a choice," he said, his voice cold as steel. "Do as I say and survive. Or don't." **** Lorien Robinson was abandoned on a doorstep the night her kingdom burned. She doesn't remember any of it. For seventeen years, she's been an ordinary girl with an ordinary life, raised by parents who loved her without question and asked for nothing in return. That ends the night a stranger calls her princess. Dragged into a truth she never asked for, Lorien learns she is the last heir of Eldrid, a kingdom reduced to ash by a man who has hunted her since the day she was born, and the only living piece of a prophecy that names her his end. Caught between the danger closing in and a boy who seems to know exactly who she is before she does, Lorien's wary suspicion shifts into something far more dangerous, even as every secret he keeps puts her further in his debt. But Eldrid's enemy has not forgotten the prophecy. And he is done waiting. Lorien must decide how far she'll go to survive the truth of who she is, before the past she never knew catches up to the future she hasn't chosen yet.
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I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him. Emotions I can't decipher. He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face. I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin. "I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me." My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper. He nods, "I know." "You kill without remorse," I spit. "I know." "I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger. "I know." "I'm disgusted by you." "I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine. His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger." - It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine. Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent. I want death. I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter. - Rhea Windsor, the newest ruler of Ovantasa after her parents- the former king and queen were assassinated. Her mind is in the pits of despair guided by vengeance, leaving nothing but a body of handcrafted slaughter and within that madness, she comes across a man made for killing. The ruthless killer known as Elijah Anton, who forces her to turn her back on her morals and grip on sanity. What happens when she realizes she wasn't as innocent as she thought and teeters on a heart of purity and blinding hate? When perfect becomes unattainable and her flaws take its place? - [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆] THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT AND IS NOT MADE FOR A LIGHT READ - *COMPLETE & FULLY EDITED*

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