The Red Crown

The Red Crown

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The Queen is dead. The Kingdom fell. The Princess fled. Who will the Red Crown belong to? What will the future hold for the land of Einros? Princess Amelia-Rose Winchester was forced to flee from the city, for her life would be in danger if she had stayed. Her people, think of her as a murderer, but how could she have taken the life of the very woman who brought her into this world? Amelia wonders through the continent, in search of a new beginning, and she discovers things about herself she imagined could never be real.
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After unknowingly returning to her original world, she awoke in the frail body of a girl she recognized-a semi-villainess from a novel fated to die by her own son's hand. Unwilling to face such an end again, she resolved to sever her engagement with the crown prince, certain he despised her. Yet her sudden boldness-her unflinching gaze and daring words-shook the palace. Those who had once dismissed her began to watch closely; those who scorned her now whispered with intrigue. Prince Acacius, who had regarded her as nothing more than a pawn, found himself captivated. The more she slipped from his control, the more obsession rooted in him-and when he saw his half-brother Theodore with her, jealousy twisted into poison. Theodore had never cared for Lavinia, but her sharp tongue and strange humor pierced through his indifference. Seeing Acacius's temper flare whenever she laughed only spurred his amusement-and his resolve to claim her. Then came the saint Clotilde. She concealed a zeal no scripture could tame. Unlike the princes, her desire was not rivalry but possession. She wanted Lavinia all for herself. Even her brothers, who had long stood at the edges of her life, now hovered near, unsettled by the fire that had awakened in her. What had changed? Why did the world suddenly turn around her? Lavinia herself did not know. She only knew this: she would not bow to the cruel fate the novel had written. This time, she would carve her own path. TW UN-EDITED

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