The Rivaled Crown

<p>I s<span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>wore I would never return to this palace. Never kneel before my father again.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But I have been dragged back into his gilded cage trapped beneath his rule and bound to a fate I had tried to escape. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My body is his to break my magic his to wield. And no matter how many nights I dream of Dacre storming these halls of his hands pulling me from the darkness-dreams are nothing against the greed of a king.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Even if my mate comes for me even if I am freed from my father's grip I'm not sure there will be anything left of me to save. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The kingdom is dying. The land withers beneath the weight of stolen magic and my father's reign will not end without bloodshed.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But I have lived in the dark for too long.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And I was not made to wither I was made to burn.</span></p>