Bound to the Broken Prince

Bound to the Broken Prince

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Once known for his ruthless cruelty, Peyton, the infamous Prince of Northbay, was stripped of his title and power, becoming a cripple after falling victim to a vicious plot. Now, the disgraced Fourth Prince is nothing more than a forgotten invalid. The Noble House of Glory, unwilling to sacrifice their legitimate daughter, pushed forward their unfavored daughter, Serenity, to be married off in her place. The Fourth Prince's estate was nothing more than a dilapidated courtyard on the outskirts of the capital, covered in cobwebs and ignored by all. Peyton, with his crippled leg, lay confined to his bed, covered in filth. He glared at Serenity with cold eyes filled with suspicion and disgust. But Serenity was surprisingly pleased. Here, there were no scheming sisters or a cruel mistress of the house. She was free to do as she pleased, raising chickens and tending to her vegetable garden. She believed that even the two of them could live a good life together. The only problem was her seemingly difficult and disabled husband... Serenity, carrying a bowl of food, crouched down beside Peyton and pleaded with him, "I'll give you all the meat. You have to be a little nicer to me, okay?" The battle for the throne had turned brother against brother. In one calculated attack, Peyton suffered a grievous injury. Lying there with a broken leg, he thought his life was over. Unexpectedly, his newly wedded wife burst into his life, bringing with her a sweet fragrance and a smile, like a ray of light piercing through the fog. How could he bear to be just "a little nicer" to her? He wanted to cherish her, to hold her in the palm of his hand as the most precious jewel in the world. The betrothal gift, at the time of their wedding, had been a mere three bags of millet. Now, he would offer her the entire kingdom, just to win a single smile from her
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"A drop of blood in the golden bowl will bind us to each other," Vaeril looked at everyone's face to see how determined they were to vow their lives to Varick. Kia used the dagger to slash his hand and let the blood flow into the plate. Dan followed, and the rest did it as well. Everyone looked at Briar, who was just standing in the middle of Kia and Declan. "Do you feel out of place because you are not a direct descendant of Rowan? We cannot have the Queen vow for his own son. Your wife was not able to travel here due to illness," Declan asked without hesitation. Briar looked at Volde, seemingly trying to tell him something. "Rowan remains on neutral ground," he gave the dagger back to Gunther. "I didn't expect the beast of the past to cower this time", Declan tilted his head. "I respect that decision, Your Majesty", Varick nodded and there wasn't a hint of animosity in his eyes. Volde removed the crown from his head. Briar stood next to him. The crowd waited for him to put it on the head of his son. "Do you need me to slash your hands for you to let go of it?", the ash greyhead man asked in a soft tone. Volde gulped and slowly placed it on Varick's head. "All Hail His Majesty!", they all cheered. Varick looked around and his heart kept beating fast. He looked at his father and felt a certain degree of fear. Yel_lue Originals Book II of Quill Pen (Trilogy)

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