Archwingen Legacies

Archwingen Legacies

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Sorceress Elandis Yvaine was born with a sacred mark upon her forehead, a mark that predestined her path as the succeeding Queen of Archwingen, incontestably ending the 1000 year rule of the House of Arestadean. But she will have to prove her worth to acquire the throne. And as treason brews within the castle walls, and a dreadful prophecy surfaces foretelling the fall of Archwingen at her hands, will she be able to survive long enough to become Queen?
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