The Bride and the Pyre

The Bride and the Pyre

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A forgotten princess. A brutal prince. A kingdom built on silence and secrets. Seraphine Elydor was born into the royal family of powerful magic-wielders, rulers of the great kingdom of Varethia. But unlike her brothers and sisters, she has no gifts. No magic. No worth. Her family calls her a disgrace. Her people pretend she does not exist. For years, she has been hidden away in solitude, told she is lucky to still be called a princess at all. But Seraphine has never felt cursed. She dreams of love. Of companionship. Of the day she will finally belong to someone. So when her father sends her away to marry a foreign prince, she is thrilled. Marriage means she will finally have someone by her side. She doesn't realize she is being sent to die. In the brutal kingdom of Drezmir, queens are not chosen. Every bride is thrown into The Black Maw, an ancient trial where only the strongest survive. For five years, no woman has made it out alive. Seraphine is not strong. She does not stand a chance. Prince Ryzor Draeven has seen countless women fall in the arena. He has long since stopped caring. Until her. She is too delicate for a place like this. She should not last a single night. And yet, she survives. Deep beneath the volcanic wastelands, something ancient awakens. And Seraphine's story has only just begun.
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