When chill and fatigue forced Maelyn back home, she found her bedchamber stripped of everything that made it hers and folded into three menacing trunks at the foot of her bed. “Lace,” said Maelyn, wishing she could smile. The Wardrobe Princess gave her love in silent gestures, sparing Maelyn the painful task of packing her life away.
But a bigger surprise lay on her bed – The Devious Damsel. “Thank you, Willow,” Maelyn said sadly. He must have brought it while she was out. At least she could read through the sleepless night ahead of her. One last book. One last night.
She wondered if she’d ever see Willow again.
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Maelyn: The Nine Princesses - Book 1Romance
Maelyn was not born a princess. The king found her as a child, the lone survivor of a poor village slaughtered by the Red Fever. Suddenly she became a princess of Runa Realm, the first of nine orphans adopted by the king. By her eighteenth year, Mae...