War
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'They dressed her in white to be slaughtered like the rest. She came back in red.' After her kingdom is destroyed, Princess Althea is forced into a brutal game of survival orchestrated by the three princes of Eryndor. When she refuses to die, she becomes their property. Leon claims her. Sephtis studies her. And somewhere between bloodstained floors and poison-laced tea, she learns how to turn their world to ash. But power is a cruel game, and trust is just a slower death. As rebellion brews and blades are drawn, Althea steps onto the ballroom floor one final time-not to beg, not to bow, but to dance. With a knife in her, and a sword in him. It was a night to remember. A waltz of vengeance. A coronation written in blood. 'Long live the girl who was never meant to rule.' 'Long live the man she never got to be.' "You win, Thorn."
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