LEGACY | 18+

LEGACY | 18+

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Heiress of three irreconcilable bloodlines, Dalaria loved where she never should have. Bound to the God of Shadows, she discovers too late that love can become a curse - and that her choices might decide the balance of the world, or its downfall. She knows who she is. 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀. She reads in him that he could destroy her. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗼, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿. She chooses to resist, aware that the fate of all rests in her hands. Some stories whisper of it - and not a single one is wrong: 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. - 𓆩♡𓆪 -
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The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne. I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after. I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way. My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death. Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear. Or so I thought. "Careful, Your Highness." On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before. I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet

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