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Letters To The Heart
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Ongoing, First published Apr 26, 2019
Some events in life leave one utterly unprepared. No amount of training, no breadth of experience, can truly equip you for certain moments. One may never be fully ready to act, but when duty calls, they must find the strength to accept it.

I am Princess Elise Ever-Loreigh-Baya Forjayn, the sole legitimate heir to the throne.

Fate demanded I act when I was not yet ready. Four years ahead of time, I was thrust into a role I never sought, forced to step into my father's place. I wasn't just asked to accept the mantle-I had to embrace it and move swiftly before it was too late. It was a race against time, and time, as they say, is the most formidable of opponents.

We had six months. Three years before I was meant to ascend. A lifetime before I was ready to let go.

Tread carefully as you delve into the pages of my diary. I wish you luck, Stranger...

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