The Blood Crown

The Blood Crown

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Sequel to: The Queen of all Spain "I am not my mother, but I am all her rage." Queen Castellana of Spain is dead, her husband not long before her and the rule of Spain, England, and Scotland is left as was planned; to their children. The eldest, Lyanna, set to inherit Spain. Her brother James, Scotland. And her sister Odette, England. James is quick to take Scotland in his power, and as his army seizes England, everything begins to unravel. Lyanna is the only hope for her father and mother's people, exiled in Spain she must lead the greatest army in the world against her own brother, facing everything she vowed she would never be. As Spain and England expect the second version of her mother, Lyanna leaves her shadow, becoming a queen in her own right with an ever changing world and life around her.
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My hand lifts without permission, hovering just short of the canvas. Not touching-God, even I know better-but close enough that it feels like heat radiates from the paint. "...Antonio?" Diego's voice is wary. I don't answer. I can't. I'm staring at her the way men stare at omens. "Diego," I whisper, "who is she?" Diego steps beside me, eyes widening. He whistles low. "She's... wow. She's-" "I know." "Antonio," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "you look deranged." "I feel deranged." He laughs, then cuts himself off when he sees I'm not joking. My pulse is hammering. I don't even know this girl's name, and yet something in me is clawing forward, hungry, fierce, desperate. I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in destiny or signs or prophecies or whatever nonsense my tutors preached when I was a boy. But looking at her- I almost do. "She's the Princess of Prussia," Diego finally says, reading the tiny plaque at the bottom. "Victoria." Victoria. The name hits like a strike to the chest.

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