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The Royal Witch

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Book 2 - The Royal Flower (PTR, completed)

Book 3 - The Royal Wolf and Hades' Daughter (PTR, completed)

Book 4 - Firebird (free, completed) - You can read this free book to check if you will enjoy my writing style.

(each can also be read as a standalone)

A spoiled princess. A stablehand. A handsome prince who is used to getting what he wants. None of them will end up where each started, as each goes through tests in character.

In Kingspell, some rules do not get questioned:

Witches are evil and must be burnt,

Women can never take the throne

Mortal men take the crown and scepter

A Vessel Princess is just a pawn.

But, Soraya, in the enchanted cabin, finds

A young stablehand with power

She just might change her heart and mind

Before the final hour.

...and take everything: magic, love and the throne.

Mogochislenia. The patriarchal continent is about to feel a power shift, as King Dante tries to find a husband for her daughter. Women have no right to rule as monarchs. So, they must be wed to someone with a high enough rank.

Kingspell, Dante’s domain, is the highest kingdom of the land. The handsome Prince Killian of Swordsmith is charming enough to tempt Princess Soraya. Still, she is unsure whether he is enchanted by her beauty or the promise of absolute power. Things get more complicated when she meets Adrian, the stablehand, in a mysterious cabin that seems to be hidden from non-witches. It makes her question her legacy. Is she a witch? Witches are burnt, and women have no power. Could she turn her destiny around to take over the throne and still keep the love of her life?

*This title is a slow-burn romance that explores the intertwined fates of Soraya and Adrian. It goes from sweet to steamy, with some violence.

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Prologue: The Binding (with bonus excerpts at the end)
For more insight on the character design, you can view some collages and pictures via my Fa.ce.book page @ Sylvaine 8 Writer *** The priest had a long conical hat. It was black, as dark as night like that night - if not for the full moon. Moon rays streamed in, eerie and purposeful, falling on the two figures in front of the priest. Inside the palace hall, the few torches that lit the sides did nothing to dispel the gloom. The only sound you could hear was the priest’s voice. Two other voices responded: one was sure and just as commanding, while the other was softer and sweeter. The atmosphere was funereal, but it was not that type of ceremony. It was a wedding. But you could also tell that it was also more than a promise and a binding. It was something more serious. If you looked closely, you would see how rigid the bride’s body was, although a hint of a smile could be seen below the half-face veil. The wedding guests were wearing black cloaks, heavy and thick. Their faces were intent, serious, and they watched the couple with slight, closed-lipped smiles on their faces. Everything seemed subdued as if the attendees did not know how to respond to the moment before them. “Do you take King Dante as your husband, to have and to hold…” Because the room was so quiet, the dark priest’s voice boomed and carried well up to the back of the audience. If you were perched outside the tree just outside the window, you would just hear the booming sound and not the words. “I do.” The handsome king gazed at his bride with pride. She looked back at him, her porcelain face inscrutable, still half-covered with her veil. A tendril of her red hair escaped her bun as the wind howled. The young king pulled the veil up, revealing his bride’s beautiful face. Her alabaster skin tinged pink and freckled. Despite the sad look in her eyes, you could tell that this was a couple in love. There was something about how she held his face and smiled softly at him. His smile was broader still as if he had won the biggest prize in the land. And perhaps he did. Lightning flashed outside. As the two held hands, a glowing light came from between them. The hall was illuminated as the glow kept on growing. The light flashed on the beautiful bride’s face. Instead of a triumphant smile like the one on her groom’s, she looked like she was in pain. He leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. His grip became harder, as well, but his thumbs moved in gentle circles as if to soothe her. After that, she had her poker face back on. Then, finally, she smiled again. As the hall became illuminated, the room became more cheerful. The guests pulled the strings by the neck of their cloaks and let them fall on the floor. The servants rushed from their hidden corners and picked up the coverings. Then, they ran back to where they came from. The guests were wearing their grandest clothes underneath, gowns in the finest silk and tunics with lace fringes. The colors seemed to swirl all around the palace. The marriage oath was taken. The audience was undoubtedly pleased, applauding loudly but keeping mouths closed. The king offered his hand to his bride as if to invite her to dance. She smiled, but her cheeks were pale now, not rosy as when the ceremony started. Suddenly, she crumpled on the floor. ***** BONUS EXCERPTS/SPOILERS (You can read them if you are still undecided if this book is for you, but if you would rather not get a spoiler, you can head straight to Chapter 1 (episode 2): For those wondering if it has romance, it does: “May I share your cave, Soraya?” “Yes, you may. I thought you had made a home here before.” “Yes, I have, but you can choose any of the empty ones. Where are your dresses?” “They are in one of the caves. I have somehow claimed it.” “Then, we shall go there,” Adrian rose and offered his hand. Soraya gladly took it and got up in one fluid movement. The exchange seemed easy and natural enough, but the princess could not help but feel anxious. He had declared his love for her, but he had always been difficult to read. Inside, the cave was lit with two torches on either side. It had a wooden door. “It’s almost like your cabin, Adrian.” He chuckled at that. The cave had a large bed, a small table, a lamp aside from the torches, and an ornate chest. A rug was strewn on the floor at the foot of the bed. There was only a tiny space for washing and whatever else, but cooking was done outdoors. The coven liked working together. Soraya’s clothes were already stacked in the chest. “Where are your clothes?” she asked the stablehand, who tossed a bundle to one corner of the room. She laughed. Then, she covered her mouth at that, hoping that she had not offended Adrian. He simply smiled. “We have training early tomorrow morning,” Adrian said. He seemed to be settling himself on the rug. “Are we getting straight to battle?” “No. But we need the time to prepare. The Swordsmiths will not stop until they kill us.” “Do you think so? They have Kingspell. They have everything I own.” “Except your power.” “They cannot have it anymore. I am not getting married to Killian.” “But they can still get it by stabbing you in the heart.” Soraya gasped, tears rising quickly at the thought. She thought that it was all over when she had escaped. Then, the princess finally sat on the bed. She wondered at how it was softer than she thought it would be. She glanced down at Adrian, who laid himself on the rug. “Come and join me here, Adrian,” she said softly. “It is not right, Aya. I might not be able to control myself.” “What do you think everyone else is thinking about us? Being here together?” “It does not matter what they say. What I think of and do with your honor would still rely on myself.” “Come,” Soraya insisted, taking off her dress, leaving a white chemise on. Adrian heard the urgency of the one-word order and found himself rising to his feet. The princess dimmed the torches with a flick of a hand. She went under the thick blanket, and the stablehand soon slid in next to her. He held her chin up to look at him, his eyes showing a mixture of love, desire, uncertainty, and a hint of sadness. She smiled at him, assuringly, her hand reaching for his neck so that they could be close enough for a kiss. Then, they did. His mouth was soft and warm on hers but also hungry. His hand was in her hair as he inched his tongue in hers and kissed her with a passion he was not able to express before. Soraya answered the kiss as fervently, not knowing when her eyes had closed and not knowing when his body had come so close. It was like the kiss would never end, the heat spreading so quickly but yet not quick enough. Adrian’s hand was then on Soraya’s shoulder, massaging and moving down to the swell of her breasts above her chemise. “Adrian!” Then, there was that cooling effect again. It was like the stablehand woke up from an enchantment. He moved back, creating a little space between the two of them. “Soraya, it is not right. You are not ready for this,” he breathed as if he was uttering the words to convince himself, as well. She sobbed a little, feeling rejected. A part of her wanted to go on, but another part agreed with him. “How would you know if I were ready or not? Why do you get to decide?” “We will do this right. You deserve better. I want to marry you,” Adrian said, comforting her with a kiss on the forehead. The princess glowed at his words but was still sorely disappointed. Despite her mixed feelings, she willingly slept in his arms that night. It was still a first of many firsts, and she was glad. For those wondering if it has action and adventure, it also does: King Adrian knew that someone was there in the room with him. He stood up with his sword and slashed the air with it. There was that giggle again. The witches are in the room, he thought. To his surprise, he did not feel a sense of panic. Instead, he manifested some water from his palms as if by instinct. He splashed it into the air and saw the form of one of the witches. He came close, but the witch was fast. She clawed at his forehead, creating a gash. Blood spurted out, but Adrian knew that the wound was not deep. It was messy, yes, but it would not kill him. The young king wiped at it impatiently, but he forged forward, taking a slice at the form. The tip met flesh. So, he pushed it further in. He then saw the fair-haired witch shaking on the ground. He had managed to slice her by the neck. Adrian was about to finish the witch writhing on the floor when he felt arms holding his neck from the back. It was the sister on the move. He pushed back as hard as he could, and the witch fell with his cape on the floor on her. Then, as he was about to stab the fair-haired one in front of him, the room seemed to swirl. The bed, tables, chairs, and everything else in the room started rising and spinning around in the air. He turned and saw that the dark-haired witch had given up her invisibility to use her power elsewhere. The room had also started smelling putrid. The dark-haired witch was using some seriously dark magic on him. Adrian knew that he should not inhale the vapors. So, instead of attacking right away, he tore a part of his tunic to wrap around his nose and mouth. Amid the chaos of his room, Adrian heard shouts from outside. He could also hear the thundering hooves of horses. The young king knew he had to be there, but he had to finish one or both of these witches first.

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