Marked
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MatureOngoing1h 22m
Last published Tue, Jun 23, 2026
Cursed or blessed? There was no one official view. Marked ones were praised and feared for their differences by the common. Killian always thought one day it would get him killed and after his drafting he only felt more sure- but he couldn't die until he knew his family would be safe. His only escape? The Kingship Trials. Strange, he thought, that a Royal family in need of heirs would have him battle for their prince's hand, but it was of no matter. Killian would either become king or die trying.
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