Desires of the Crown

Desires of the Crown

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Desire is the plague that rules the heart. All her life Alliar was taught to be one thing, a princess. She was raised to curtsey, taught the wonders of the world and constantly reminded of her duty to her people. But what good is a princess without a crown? With the quick and ruthless destruction of her Kingdom Alliar soon finds herself trapped in troubling times where she is made to forsake the crown she once wore and cage in her pride, leaving her at the mercy of the Reaper King. Faced with her immediate death Alliar must adapt or die but with her proud up bringing threatening her life, can she set aside her pride in order to survive? Or will she find herself as simply another victim of war?
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