Delicate Petals

Delicate Petals

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"I'm Misako Hana. I can help you." Even in the dark alleyway she could see a smirk plastered on his face. She had a bad feeling about him and it gave her goosebumps. A rational part of her mind was screaming at her that this guy was bad news, but the irrational part of her mind was suggesting that this could be a new adventure. She rarely listened to her irrational mind. "Well, I'd like to take you up on that offer. Hana ." His smooth voice replied, and she felt her resolve breaking slowly. If he kept looking at her like that, she just might start making more irrational decisions.
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Dark Romance | Royalty | Obsession | Enemies to Lovers In a kingdom where loyalty is bought and beauty is weaponized, Princess Hana has mastered the art of survival. Crowned with expectation and caged by politics, she plays her role flawlessly - poised, untouchable, and feared by men who would rather see her married off or buried. Then comes Kieran Vale - bastard-born noble, war strategist, and the King's favored shadow. He speaks like a diplomat but moves like a predator, and he watches Hana with the calm devotion of someone who's waited too long to make her his. When white camellias - the symbol of longing - begin appearing on her pillow, her blade, her skin, Hana realizes too late: this isn't a courtship. It's a hunt. And the most dangerous thing isn't the power Kieran holds - it's how much of herself she's willing to give up to stop him... or to love him. In a palace of masks, trust is currency. But in his hands, even flowers bleed.

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