Prologue
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Tatiana was far from being an ordinary girl. She was a werewolf princess. And her status, although it made her powerful, threw her at a number of hard-to-bear responsibilities.
Indeed, she had to attend boring parties, entertain boring guests, and, last but not least, she was to be mated to the renowned Theodore King – or, as some called him, Theos – for the sake of an alliance with the dragons.
She begged her father not to throw her into a loveless mating. She pleaded, and cried, and screamed, but to no avail.
She remembered her mother’s softly spoken words. “There is nothing you can do, Tatiana dear, to change your father’s decision.”
She was getting ready for the party that would announce her betrothal to the famous dragon when there was a knock on her door.
One of her servants went to get it.
A man stood at the door – a stranger she had never seen before – and he looked at her with open admiration. She took pride in the reaction she got out of the man, and wished she would enrapture Theodore King the same way – easily, effortlessly, seamlessly.
“Who might you be?” She asked softly as she came to the door.
“I am but a messenger sent by his highness, Theodore King,” he told her in response.
She raised an eyebrow at that. The renowned god of war – Theos – was not going to express his deep feelings of love towards her when he had never even met her, was he?
After all, he, too, was being manipulated by his parents into this sham of a mating.
“The message?” She opened her hand, and the man placed a letter in her palm.
After he took his leave, she was free to read the letter.
It was written in a cursive and neat handwriting. It was curt, concise, and to the point.
Princess Tatiana,
I have no wish to make you my mate. You and I both should wait for the right person.
Theodore King.
She was enraged to say the least. How presumptuous of him to think she wanted him! She had no say in the matter.
She should be happy that he broke things off. But, as word travelled, she soon enough became The Scorned Princess.
Her father, furious with the dragons, declared that he would go to war to avenge his daughter’s pride. In order to placate him, they suggested that she got mated to Theos’ younger brother, Liam, whom she had never met either.
And this time around, her father gave her freedom of choice.
“I will go through with this,” she said in a disdain-filled tone. “That being said, I want them to suffer the humiliation I felt. I want to be given a decade-long engagement. During this decade, we are free to do what we please, save for meeting one another.”
“As you please, Tatiana dear,” her father told her with a nod.
Her father didn’t need to know that she had every intention to refuse her mating to prince Liam once the time came.
Let the games begin, she smirked inwardly. Payback is a b***h.
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