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When The Sun Rises
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Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2021
A story of a teenage girl who falls in love just twice in her lifetime. She tells a story about this guy whom she loves even if the world screams negative things about him. She tells a story about this guy whom the world refuses to listen to. A story of the two people falling harder for each other despite the world going against them. 

A long battle of love, maturity, loyalty, commitment, sacrifices, adversity, family, future, and dreams. 

It's not easy for the both of them. They have lost the battle once, but one still holds hope that there will be another day when all will be well and that all will go according to whatever the universe has in store for them.

When the time comes, when the sun rises, will there still be another chance?
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There are roles a princess can never abandon. A princess does not obey anyone but the King and Queen. A princess does not lie. A princess does not run from the crown that was stitched into her skin at birth. And yet... I did. They taught me how to bow before they ever taught me how to speak. How to smile with my mouth shut. How to bleed beautifully. Rules. Etiquette. Sacrifice. I wore them all like second skin-until the day I tore them off and disappeared. My name is Arabelle Montclair Winthorne Ravenshed. Firstborn of House Ravenshed. The Heir. The Shame. The Ghost. I've lived a dozen lives since I fled the palace. I've scrubbed counters, lied about my name, buried parts of myself so deep I almost forgot they ever existed. Until he found me. Not with a crown. Not with a sword. With eyes that looked too long. With hands that held too tight. With a voice that said I see you when I couldn't bear to be seen. Now I live in a stranger's mansion. And the walls are starting to close in.