A crown of ash and chains
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Last published Sat, Jun 19, 2021
Astryn Vellard - once a princess, now a shattered remnant of a fallen kingdom. Taken as a trophy by the Elven king who tore her homeland apart and bathed her family's blood into the earth. She was paraded like a prize. Stripped of royalty, draped in filth stained rages, a slave to the elves who shattered her world.
No longer.
She would not waste another breath on wishing for rescue. She would become her own salvation - her own weapon. And the king who thought her broken would learn that the deadliest fire is born of ruin.
But the reaper never comes without a toll. And vengeance always demands its due.
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