They Sold the Wrong Princess
READING AGE 16+
The Regent of Valmere has sold his boy-king's sister to the Beast of Karhold, a northern warlord rumored to have buried one wife already. Princess Cecily bows, thanks the Regent for his generosity, and rides north with a wagon of spoiled grain and an escort that abandons her at the border. What nobody at court remembers is who has been reading their letters for six years. At her own wedding feast, in front of a hall that is laughing at her, she watches a cupbearer's hands and sees what is in her husband's cup. And she says so, out loud.
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The chapel of the Ash Lantern smelled of mutton tallow and wet iron.
Snow beat against the high, narrow windows as Cecily walked up the stone nave at Terce the next morning. She wore no silk from Valmere; she had chosen a gown of heavy unbleached wool with wide northern sleeves, her dark hair braided plain beneath a linen veil, the gree……
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