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The Crown Princess.

Crown Princess Seraphine is a monster draped in velvet. Cold. Heartless. Vain. They call her The Demoness Crowned, a woman whose smile signals punishment, whose silence strikes deeper than steel. She has never bowed. Never begged. Never wept where anyone could see. She walks the marble corridors with her spine straight, her chin lifted, and a blade sharper than most men’s pride strapped like an accessory around her waist. But behind locked doors, where only shadows dare to watch, Seraphine removes the mask she was forced to wear. She is not soft. But she is tired. She replays the cruelties she dealt, the mercy she withheld. Sometimes she wonders if she was born unkind— Or simply raised that way. Because in a palace where women are either worshipped or wounded, Seraphine learned young: Kindness is a luxury. Mercy is a weakness. And love? Love is a weapon used to gut the willing. She did not survive her parents to become gentle. Her swordsmanship rivals that of any general, taught in secret, honed in silence, perfected through necessity. She was forged by betrayal. Sharpened by grief. Hardened by a lifetime of knowing that the world would rather see her dead than powerful. Her husband, Crown Prince Lucien, despises her. Their marriage is nothing more than a political chain, inked in blood and sealed with mutual disdain. To him, she is everything wrong with the throne. To her, he is another man who never bothered to look past the armor she didn’t choose. Is she cruel? Or did cruelty become her only language of survival? And if a woman wears the title of monster long enough… Does it matter if it was a lie? Or will she eventually become the very thing they were always afraid she’d be?
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