The Scorpion Princess
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Dorne has fallen, and its fiercest weapon-Princess Amaris Martell-is now a political prisoner in King's Landing.
Rebellious, untamed, and lethal with a blade, Amaris doesn't bow to anyone.
Desperate to rein her in, Queen Alicent assigns her cold and ruthless son, Aemond One-Eye, to keep her in check.
But taming the fiery princess might just burn them both.
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'He towered over her now, his presence suffocating. His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur.
"Something tells me," he said, his gaze flicking to her lips, "you like your pleasure with a side of pain."
Amaris scoffed, though the flicker of something in her amber eyes betrayed her. "Don't flatter yourself."
He leaned closer, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'm quite good at pain. Particularly when you piss me off."
His gaze dipped to the dress that clung to her body like a second skin. "Is that why your clothes can't seem to stay on when I'm around, Princess?"'
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