No King's Daughter
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Última publicación jue, oct 23, 2025
𝕮𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝕰𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓
𝙰𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗. 𝙰 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗. 𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔.
Caelith always believed she was just another village girl, the daughter of a humble blacksmith and his quiet, kind wife. But when royal guards descend upon her small town and leave only ash and blood in their wake, her world shatters.
In the ruins of her childhood home, a hidden truth is uncovered: her father was no ordinary man. He was the rightful heir to the throne of Elarion; a prince who gave up everything for love and peace. And now, both he and Caelith's mother are dead, silenced by the crown that once should have been his.
Alone and hunted, Caelith swears vengeance and justice. With only a cryptic letter, a stolen signet ring, and the fire of rebellion in her heart, she sets out to reclaim what is hers. Along the way, she finds unexpected allies in Alric, the brooding swordsman with secrets of his own; Ronan, a silver-tongued knight who believes in lost causes; and Mira, the daughter of a blacksmith whose loyalty could burn a kingdom.
As shadows gather and the true enemy tightens their grip on the kingdom, Caelith must decide: will she become the ruler Elarion needs or the weapon it never saw coming?
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