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His Broken princess,His Relentless Queen

Nmesomachi_Orji
Abandoned. Erased. Forgotten. Seraphina was never meant to survive. Cast away as a child by a king who feared her power, she was left to die in the wilderness.until she was found by Mealis, a woman exiled for forbidden knowledge, who raised her in the shadows and trained her to survive in a world that had already rejected her. But some destinies cannot be buried. Years later, Seraphina returns to the palace that betrayed her not as a broken girl, but as something far more dangerous. Marked by an ancient power sealed within her blood, she begins to uncover the truth of who she is… and why the king tried to erase her existence. As the seal begins to break, so does the illusion of control. The court trembles. The king prepares to destroy her once and for all. And war begins to rise within the very walls meant to protect the throne. But Seraphina is no longer alone. Kael fiercely loyal, dangerously devotedstands beside her, not as a shield, but as her equal. In a world where power demands sacrifice, their bond becomes both a strength and a risk… because loving her means standing in the path of everything that fears her rise. Driven by truth, sharpened by betrayal, and fueled by a power no one can contain, Seraphina will stop at nothing to reclaim what was stolen from her. Not just her throne. Her name. Her destiny. Because the broken princess they abandoned… Has returned as a queen they cannot stop.
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