She was never meant to be a princess... I mean guys look at the title of the book... Princess of the Filthlands, like c'mon. Anyways, Bellara has spent her life in the shadows-surviving beneath a broken city alongside the Feral Blades, a ruthless gang fighting to keep its place among the most powerful factions in the underworld. She knows how to steal. She knows how to lie. She knows how to kill. And most importantly, she knows better than to believe in heroes. But every night, Bellara dreams of the same strange fairytale. A boy named Lochíphoros. A mysterious white scarf. A girl named Amaranthe. And a dragon consumed by darkness. It should be nothing more than a childhood story. So why does it feel like a warning? Then a mysterious young fighter appears in the underworld. They call him the White Whisper. He moves like a ghost, strikes without warning, and leaves the most powerful gangs bleeding in his wake, but take notes, he is not Batman. When one of the Seven Seats falls to him, the entire underworld begins to wonder: Who is he? Is he the prince on a white horse coming to rescue Bellara? Is he the one who Bellara waited her whole life for? Bellara is about to find herself closer to the answer than she ever wanted. As the government prepares to crush the rebellion, the Seven Seats begin turning against one another, secrets emerge from the shadows, and Bellara is forced to choose what she truly believes in. Survival? Power? Love? Or perhaps something she stopped believing in long ago- goodness. Because in a world built on blood, betrayal, and war, becoming a hero might be the most dangerous thing she could ever do. And somewhere between the fairytale and the filth... a princess is waiting to be born.
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