Royalty: Shadows of Past
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  • Durée 32m
  • LECTURES 149
  • Votes 55
  • Parties 6
  • Durée 32m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement avr. 26
In the wake of unspeakable betrayal and the demise of her family's legacy, Evelyn finds herself standing amidst the ruins of her once-majestic empire, Asther. As the echoes of treachery reverberate through the blood-soaked halls of her palace, Evelyn's heart is consumed by a singular desire: vengeance.

With her gaze fixed on the horizon, Evelyn's path intersects with that of Arthur, the formidable northern warlord known as the "Mad Dog of the North." Bound by fate and a shared thirst for justice, they embark on a journey fraught with danger and deceit.

In a tale woven with intrigue, passion, and the indomitable spirit of a fallen heroine, "Royalty: Shadows of Past" follows Evelyn's quest for redemption amidst a landscape stained with blood and betrayal. Will she succumb to the shadows that lurk within, or will she emerge victorious, a beacon of hope in a world consumed by darkness?


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