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Stormbound
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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., janv. 15, 2022
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Fiction
Fantasy
Kaeda was plucked from a modest ship as one kingdom's terrible secret. Born to a fisherman and a pirate, she gets thrust into the deep end of royal life and even deeper secrets. *** "Stop blaming yourself." The dark, smooth voice of the prince echoes across the deck, I wince as the sound carries. "How in the good goddesses' names did you know that?" "I didn't, it was merely a guess. I can only imagine how you feel, having to marry a man you don't know and live in a kingdom you have never explored. You must feel incredibly isolated." I simply look over and raise an eyebrow in his general direction. For some reason, he takes my silence as an opportunity to continue. His gloved hands shift on the head of his cane as he speaks. "I truly am sorry about the situation that you've found yourself in. My father was looking for a wife for me, but I certainly was expecting a willing one to be chosen. Not someone thrust into the role out of necessity." "Well, the choice between marriage and death is not one to be taken lightly. I like to think that I have more sense than to choose death." "I may be sentencing myself to death by the look your mother gives me whenever I walk past. I must say, I don't think she's particularly fond of me just yet." A dry chuckle escapes his lips and I can't help but follow in his laughter, only slightly hysterical. I'm almost thankful when the shrill whistle of the royal ship interrupts our entirely inappropriate outburst. It's time.
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I woke up in a daze, unsure of why my body felt so stiff, so sore. I winced as I threw my legs over the side of the bed, and again as I stood up, pain flaring from every muscle in my body as I made my way to the polished mirror beside my wardrobe. I gasped at the sight of the bruised and battered girl in front of me. The memories from last night flooded my mind. It was my birthday. Father had invited several high class guests to the event. He expected me to begin courting. The man he had introduced me to was a plump old man. I had refused adamantly, his years against my fourteen churned my stomach. Unfortunately, my father didn't take my refusal well. He grabbed me by the arm roughly and dragged me into the attic-my bedroom. His beatings were getting worse. At least the last time i t hadn't taken much effort to hide the pain. This time that wouldn't be possible. This time, there would be no hiding it. This time the pain was too much. I whimpered as I headed to the door, but it was locked. It seems my father had predicted my state. Rage and anger burned through my veins as I slammed my fist against the door. One day I would learn to defend myself. One day I would escape this wretched castle. One day I would no longer be bound by the Caspian people. One day I will no longer be their princess. "I will get away from here, and you will pay for what you've done old man." I vowed before slamming my fist against the door again. "I will be free." I huffed as I crawled back into the bed for some much needed rest.

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