The Jeweled Pomegranate
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Princess Parisa had lived a grand life as the sole princess of the Persian Empire, up until war plagued the kingdom and threw her life into turmoil and heartbreak.
When King Jabir Al-Qureshi ends up conquering Persia, Parisa's life is forever changed. Now a prisoner and political pawn of a ruthless warrior conqueror, she must find the courage to outsmart the handsome but loathsome new king and the intrigues of his court.
With nothing but her intelligent mind and her womanly charms, Parisa is determined to unshackle herself and bring down the man and his people who have destroyed everything for her. Except there's one great challenge: King Jabir is no fool.
Let the games begin.
*Note: This is a work of fiction and not historically accurate.
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