She was born to be the bride of the prince, sworn at her birth to his family as the next in line to propagate the royal lineage. ​

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Until her betrothed died, and the son born in his place was not the son she was meant to wed.

 

Except this one she loved, no matter what her family and their people said about the prince born too late to be king. 

 

She watched from the sidelines as the world passed her by, and she waited for her prince to take her hand and sweep her off her feet. 

 

But the only sweeping he was allowed was away, and no one listened when she said he was worth all of their respect...and what if she was wrong...?