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This is my current novel. February-current. I hope you enjoy.

Ares Decasere was the epiphany of an innocent princess.
Being the heir to the throne of an elven Empire that rules with a sharpened sword and a poisoned arrow.
She went from a girl who had never seen death before being the one administering it.
Her only job as an Elite; dealing with The Aurelia.
An assassin will want her money.
A human boy will want to kill her.

For the scars we wear are not always physical.All Rights Reserved

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Cruel Empathy ✓

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