Ruby
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Ruby. That was her name. A princess whos beauty drifted from one mans dream to the other. Her smile captivating both men and women. There were songs of her beauty, multiple men come to offer everything they own to her day to day. Men, were not her concern. She had them falling to their knees by just a smile. Love letters, flowers, jewels, and yet not one man captured her interest. That is until Aden. A king with great strength and potential. He was a rival king. Her family frowns at the mere thought of his name. But when love blossoms, nothing will stand in the way. Well, in this case everyones going to stand in their way but will they be able to shove even the dearest to their hearts just to protect the love they have with each other? Or will they be percipient enough, and keep it a secret from the beginning?
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❛WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE THE TEN MOST POWERFUL GODS ALIVE PLAY A GAME OF MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH ONE SEAT?❜ They fight - to the death. They fight over three crowns and a throne with steel spiked maces. They despair a little more everyday keeping their vows. They wander in hospitals to find a cure for their torn hearts. They haunt castles and secret passages. They betray the ones they love the most. They are dying women and miserable men. They make peace with their enemies, not friends. Girls of rivers with hair like the night dance down the moon stairs. Goddesses of flame hold out hands which crumble and burn. This story sings of three rings. Of forgotten maps. Of a queen who should not be alive after all she has suffered. But most importantly, it sings of three gilded crowns studded with the jewels of the heavens. Crowns of glass. ➳ Shortlisted for the Wattys 2018. ➳ Now a featured Wattpad story. ➳ Winner of over fifteen prestigious awards. ➳ Highest rank: #2 in Fantasy. ❛NO ONE TOLD ME THAT BEING A QUEEN WOULD MEAN PAYING THE PRICE OF POWER WITH STEEL AND BLOOD, DARLING.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

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