Kingdom of Lies
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Kingdoms are built on blood, and ours is no different. My father wears a stolen crown, my mother wears a smile sharper than any blade, and the world believes I was born cursed. They whisper that I will not survive, that the gods marked me fragile as punishment for the throne they seized.
Yet I breathe. I endure. And in my survival, I bind the ones who should hate me most.
I am Elira Drakovar, the sickly princess who lived.
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