Mine Anastascius X reader

Mine Anastascius X reader

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Apr 23, 20231h 13m
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This story evolves around a girl named Y/n who enters the world of a story/novel of [who made me a princess]. This was the novel she read just before she was dead in her own world. The girl unfortunately is born as a maid of the royal family. She serves the one and only crown prince and his brother. Will she be able to survive? or she will be dead in this World too ? Read the story to now about it. NOTE: THIS STORY MAY NOT ME SIMILAR TO THE ORGINAL STORY.
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in a world where fate is written in jeweled eyes and royal blood, valerie beaumont was never meant to matter. born again into the shadows of the imperial palace, she is the daughter of a seamstress, content to live quietly - until she catches the attention of a boy too cold for spring and too young to carry winter in his chest. claude de alger obelia is the second prince of the empire - sharp, distant, and already doomed. but in valerie, he finds something the crown never gave him: warmth, rebellion, and the terrifying possibility of change. as seasons pass and they grow side by side, friendship turns to something softer, then something sharp. but destiny has a way of blooming where it was never wanted - and when betrayal and black magic threaten to consume everything, even love must decide: bloom, or break.

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