A Bride for Two Princes

g. The events of that morning seemed surreal, resembling a nightmare from which she could not escape. With one last glance, she watched the familiar, mod

eded down the sandy road. The carriage, surrounded by troops, resembled a prison rather than an escort. Zoe understood t

hidden under the silver helm. Since they left, the leader, who had so authoritatively pronounced her n

eplaced by expansive estates and meadows. In contrast to her modest town, the distant grand manor houses with elaborate decorations and well-kept law

lay ahead. Zoe couldn't get rid of the impression that she was entering a golden p

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n permitted to go, Zoe paused before doing so. She was discreetly given permission by one of the soldiers who

had become a ghost, her place taken by a stranger thrust into a role she didn't understand. She cupped her

standing nearby. Although his posture remained professional and stiff, he wasn't

t her skirt, Zoe straightened

ted, then gave

here are others-better cand

the king's choices. However, I will state that there is a reason

hest swelled with frustration. It appeared that none of them wanted to offer their

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asped at what she saw. The city was surrounded by tall stone walls that shone in the golden light. The majesty of the kingd

f cobblestones, children laughing and shouting, and sellers promoting their wares. The guards ploughed a way thro

onds lined the streets. The aroma of freshly made bread blended with the strong tang of preserved meats as bakers and butchers called

lities and excitement, in contrast to Eldermoor, which was peaceful and dependable. Nevertheless, she coul

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tyard, Zoe's stomach churned. The palace's grand size was astonishing, adorned with intricately carved walls

a commanding presence came towards her. Her posture was as royal as the

d, her tone brisk. "I have been ass

aged a tiny nod. Lady Seraphina's gaze sk

he said, turni

ior was much more lavish than the outside, with soaring ceilings, polished marble floors, and

fanfare. Zoe hardly had time to object as they took off her plain clothes and started putting her in a deep emer

soft blush, and her eyelashes were dusted with a subtle golden powder. The figure in the mirror was barely recognisable to Zo

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eet the prince. Address him as "Your Highness" and refrain from speaking unl

s was no fairy tale. She was a pawn in a game she didn't com

gan to accelerate. The large room was filled with golden light. A huge chandeli

exuded authority due to his sharp features and well-groomed dark hair. When hi

cefully. Although she was unsure of what lay ahead, sh