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Crowned In Sin
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Ongoing, First published Apr 12, 2025
Mature
"Vengeance has carved itself into my bones-
I'd face the devil's heir if it meant 
burning the one who scarred me"
-Ashlein


She was born with fire in her veins and a crown on her head-never meant to kneel, yet she fell for a king who ruled with roses laced in thorns. His love became her ruin, every kiss a wound, every promise a trap. When the palace turned into a prison and blood tainted her legacy, she fled-to the one man etched in legend and fear, the enemy king carved from shadows and war. In his Bloodmarked Realm, she must rise not as the girl who loved a monster-but as the queen who will bring empires to their knees.






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