Beneath The Royal Crowns
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"You don't even know who I am," he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.
"And you don't know who I can be," she fired back, her eyes burning with defiance.
A love forbidden. A history buried. Two kingdoms on the brink of war.
But fate doesn't forget... and neither does the past.
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