Evanescent
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Ongoing, First published May 30, 2023
Evanescent
/ˌɛvəˈnɛsnt/
adjective

LITERARY
soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing. 

                                             --


Dahlia Evanescent. Daughter to Lord Edward Evanescent and Lady Lilliana Evanescent, sister to Miss Mirabelle and Mr Kalon Evanescent. All such memorable people, her father had wealth, her mother had power, her younger sister blessed with beauty, and her elder brother skilled in all things outdoors. 

So why was she always forgotten? 

When she gets selected to go to the King's court alongside another 14 girls of high status, to vie for Prince's hand in marriage, all Dahlia wants is to be forgotten. It had been done her whole life, why did everyone seem to care now? But it does seem quite hard to remain in the shadows when the Prince takes an certain interest in you...



                                              --

"You don't want to partake in the competition?" Elizabeth frowned. 

"I just want to stay home Eliza."


                                                 VVV


DISCLAIMER: This idea was inspired by a couple other books on wattpad that I have read, if they are similar to anything and offends you please let me know, and I will remove this story. My purpose to write this is an escape, but I can't guarantee that the quality of the writing, the plot, the grammar or literally anything, is as talented as I would want. This is all for a bit of fun, and also if anything triggers you, please let me know so that I can include it into a trigger warning, something I am not writing right now because I don't even know what I want to do with this book. Thank you, lots of love, from Nina.

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