The Hidden Royal

The Hidden Royal

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In the kingdom of Cigary, King Promerus lives with his daughter, Princess Neseria. Although grieving the loss of the queen, the kingdom is peaceful. That is until the kingdom of Zedreye attacks Cigary. In one instant everything changes. Houses are burning, people are screaming, lives are ending. Princess Neseria escapes her fallen kingdom and runs away into the Rosesend Woods. She runs and runs and runs. Until she meets a group of people she believes are citizens who have escaped Cigary. Grateful to no longer be alone she joins the group but only then does she learn that it is actually a rebel group. A rebel group that hates the royal family and wishes to see them dethroned. With no other place to go Princess Neseria must hide her royal heritage and work with the rebel group to reclaim her kingdom. But hiding her title will be harder than she thinks. Will Princess Neseria be able to survive in this rebel group and take back her kingdom?
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Disgrace

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