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THRONES OF EBONHEART 18+

THRONES OF EBONHEART 18+

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Ethereal Romanoav, nineteen. Just like her name, she was a breath of heaven on earth, too innocent, too untouched, and too unaware of the darkness that waited beyond her walls. Her beauty was the kind poets lost sleep over. Her eyes, a deep crystalline blue. People whispered she was the most beautiful girl in the world, a jewel born once in centuries. When Ethereal was barely one year old, her beloved mother, Queen Sera Roman, died of a sudden illness. And within two months, her father, King David Roman, married the Princess of Kazi, Phina. After that marriage, everything changed. Phina was threatened, terrified, of the girl who would one day surpass every beauty in the realm. So David Roman locked his daughter away. At one and a half years old, Ethereal was placed inside an isolated tower. Too small to understand, too pure to fight back. For there was monster wearing a crown. Alexandra Drakaris. Thirty-two. The King of Kings. The ruler whose bloodline had conquered kingdoms. People called him The Beast. It was said his very shadow could silence a battlefield. Rumours whispered he stole women, used them, burned empires for pleasure. Queens feared him. Kings bowed. But the truth? He had never touched a single woman. No lovers. No partners. No queen. Alexandra lived alone in a fortress carved from cold, merciless stone, just like his heart. Dangerous, deadly, ruthless. He was a monster of power. Standing at six feet two, built like a warrior sculpted by the gods, he looked every bit the beast the world painted him to be. Yet his light brown eyes held storms-battles, betrayals, pain. Love made you weak. And Alexandra could not afford weakness. He took kingdoms. He crushed armies. He conquered power-nothing else. But the world did not know the truth: The beauty King Roman hid away was the only thing Alexandra would ever desire. His ethereal romanoav His little one.. ..... Give it a try.....

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