Daemonium

Daemonium

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Fantasy
When Sheila, the young demon princess of Centeria is allowed to travel the beautiful country outside her palace for her 18th birthday, she thought it'd be all fun and games. But little does she know, her kingdom is on the brink of something revolutionary. Max, Sheila's long time serving guard of sorts is sent out to escort her across the country. She to is unbeknownst to the dangers that they will stumble into.
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Theia, Queen of the North, ruled with a composure as refined as it was ruthless. Whispers of her name drifted through the kingdom like winter's breath, sharp, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. She was something far more dangerous, a ruler forged in frost and blood, whose mercy was seldom granted and never expected. Lamia arrived as nothing more than a whisper of misfortune, rescued from a life of cruelty best left buried and delivered into service within the palace walls. Unwanted, unseen, and achingly alone, she knew better than to draw attention, especially from a Queen whose favor could elevate or destroy with a single glance. But courts are treacherous places, where power is a game and hearts are liabilities. For beneath the Queen's polished restraint lies a storm not easily tamed, and Lamia, fragile yet unbroken, may be the only one who dares to stand within it. In a kingdom where loyalty is fleeting and the past never loosens its grip, one truth lingers... Even the most graceful courts are built upon blood.

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