BENEATH THE SILVER MIST

BENEATH THE SILVER MIST

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Pond Naravit Lertratkosum, the Crown Prince of Astravelle, was unfortunately not blessed with his father's terrifying composure or royal dignity. Unlike King Janiel Lertratkosum; who could silence an entire court with one glance - Pond was better known for escaping sword training, bribing palace guards with pastries, and giving his poor maids emotional damage on a daily basis. Queen Lenora Lertratkosum often claimed she aged ten years every time her son smiled innocently and said, "I can explain." Usually, he could not. Still, nobody in Astravelle could dislike him. Pond was loud, shamelessly affectionate, ridiculously charming, and somehow capable of turning even royal meetings into comedy performances. The people adored him. The palace staff prayed for patience. Everything was perfectly chaotic until the Crown Prince wandered too deep into Mistgrove; the forbidden forest whispered about in bedtime stories and royal warnings alike. And there, hidden beneath silver mist and ancient trees, lived a boy. Falling in love was not part of pond's schedule. Neither was sneaking out of the palace every other night, lying terribly to his parents, or nearly dying because he thought touching cursed plants was "probably fine." But unfortunately for the kingdom, the Crown Prince of Astravelle had already decided the mysterious boy in the forest was worth every problem that followed.

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