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A Crown of Midnight Rose's

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Princess Elowen Astoria, beloved for her beauty and kindness, has lived a sheltered life in the verdant kingdom of Astoria, adored by her parents and cherished by her people. But her world is shattered in a single night when her kingdom is invaded. She watches in horror as her parents and subjects are slaughtered, and the life she once knew is reduced to ashes. Elowen’s survival, however, does not come freely. Prince Kael, a cruel and ambitious prince of the invading kingdom, comes upon her and, struck by her dazzling beauty, decides she is too precious to die. Rather than ending her life, he takes her as a war trophy, keeping her captive in his opulent yet suffocating palace. Years pass under Kael’s oppressive rule. When he attempts to make her submit to his desires, Elowen fights back, wounding him and asserting her spirit for the first time since the fall of Astoria. Enraged, Kael imprisons her in the dungeon, declaring she will remain there until she learns to accept him. Time continues to turn, and the kingdom that Kael has corrupted and terrorized begins to crumble. Enter Claude De Valois, a fierce and unpredictable prince known as the “Mad Dog” for his ruthlessness on the battlefield. Leading an invasion to overthrow Kael’s tyrannical rule, Claude is greeted as a liberator. Amid the chaos, he discovers Elowen, silent, fragile, yet strangely captivating, locked away in the dungeon.
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