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Princess Caroline wore the fussy flowing robes of her people with the golden belts and ties. She wore the heavy fur cloak he had gifted her overtop for warmth. She was beautiful with her sun-kissed skin and golden hair piled into an elaborate style. Prince Hallmar itched to free it from her bonds. To see […]

An alliance through marriage. To the soft princess of his rival. Once, Prince Hallmar would have scoffed at such a notion. But that was before the bulk of his army and hers had vanished.

Prince Hallmar stared down at the Morrovian princess. The top of Princess Caroline’s head barely reached the bottom of his shoulders. She was soft. Feminine. While her voice was gentle, she barked orders like a general. And expected them to be obeyed.