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PROLOGUE
Solstice Miabella Canmore is a princess—at least, she was when his father was alive—until he’s no longer. It makes her feel terrible to think that she doesn’t want her father to die because she’d be alone with her step mother, whom her father married after her mother died, rather than because she doesn’t want him to die in general, because she isn’t particularly lovable to his father. It’s one thing to put up with her stepmother’s daily sermons, but it’s quite another to spend time with her obnoxious stepsisters. She isn’t a princess in her own castle, despite her best efforts; rather, she is a servant, and her words don’t matter, at least not to them. She despises her stepmother, and she perceives her as strange… and evil. But she wouldn’t be able to keep her secrets for much longer since she discovers something that will undoubtedly destroy her nasty stepmother. The only problem is that the secret would destroy both the kingdom she’s attempting to safeguard and the… Four Courts.
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