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讀者須知 歡迎各位新讀者！在這裡，我希望你們能夠享受到一段獨特的旅程。為了獲得最佳的閱讀體驗，請務必按照章節的順序閱讀。這樣，你們將能更深入地理解故事的情節與角色之間的微妙關係。❤️❤️❤️ 故事的開始 故事的開始總是充滿了無限的可能性。每一個角色的出現，都是命運的安排。當我第一次構思這個故事時，心中充滿了期待與緊張。這是一個關於愛、夢想與探索的旅程。每一個字句都像是我心靈的延伸，將我的情感與思考化為文字。 在這個故事中，我希望能夠帶領你們走進一個充滿奇幻色彩的世界。這裡有著各種各樣的角色，他們的命運交織在一起，形成了一幅美麗的畫卷。每一個角色都有自己的故事，他們的生活、夢想與掙扎，都是我筆下的靈感來源。 角色的塑造 角色的塑造是故事中最重要的部分之一。每一位角色都有其獨特的性格與背景。透過細膩的描寫，我希望能讓你們感受到他們的真實與情感。例如，主角的內心掙扎與成長，都是我想要傳達的核心主題。 在這個故事中，角色之間的互動充滿了張力與情感。每一次對話、每一個眼神交流，都在無形中推動著故事的發展。這種微妙的情感流動，讓整個故事更加生動。 夢想與現實

Hi everyone, I'm Ioanna Welcome to my story! New readers, please remember to read in chapter order for the best reading experience. ❤️❤️❤️

Addie felt no misgiving about letting him come along. She gave a small nod and started walking. "I'm heading to a lane just off the eastern market. There's an old woman there who makes pastries—hardly anyone knows about the place, but they're wonderfully simple and good." She smiled to herself, thinking of Anna, the girl she had served since childhood. "I always assumed a young lady raised in the palace would turn her nose up at something like that—but then one day she caught

After the banquet, Anna's mood had lifted, if only slightly—lifted because she had, for the first time, fought for something on her own behalf, and because her father had, for the first time, acknowledged her demands with even a fraction of genuine consideration. But three months. Not long. Not short either. What was she going to do with that time? Was she going to do something for herself? No—she had no idea yet. But when three months were up, was she truly going to marry Pr

The wind outside the city gate showed no sign of letting up. Jeffery leaned against the rough stone wall, right shoulder braced against the mortar seam, his posture deceptively idle—without a shred of genuine ease beneath it. His amber eyes were fixed on the heavy wooden gate, their gaze like coals that had been burning a long while: still on the surface, yet the heat underneath refused to die. His right hand pressed, without thinking, against the inner pocket of his coat; th

Facing her father, Anna straightened her back, as if propping herself up—even if only by the faintest margin—to gain a little more leverage for herself. The air in the study seemed to congeal. King Phetlantis did not speak at once. He set down his feather‑pen slowly, a gesture that betrayed no need to assert his authority with haste. His gaze lifted from the documents, settled on Anna—first her face, then drifted down to her hands, which hung quietly at her sides yet were sub

Beyond the castle walls, daylight had fully broken. Jeffery sat back down on the stone ledge. Behind him, his bay horse snorted, tail flicking as it pawed impatiently at the ground. He paid it no mind. His elbows rested on his raised knee, fingers laced, head bowed. Something in the depths of his amber eyes was slowly darkening. The stone he had held all night now lay between his fingers, its rough edges biting into his palm and leaving faint, shallow marks. He had waited the

The music of the royal feast had long since faded, and the night lay over Loxinitro like spilled ink, sealing the castle tight. Jeffery had not left. He had tied his horse’s reins to a low branch of an old locust tree outside the wall, then found a jut of stone to sit on, his back against the cold brick. One long leg was bent, the other stretched along the ground. His amber eyes were half-lidded, gazing up at a sky where most of the stars were swallowed by cloud. A faint smil

The night spilled like thick ink over the domed palace of Loxinitro. From the distant banquet hall, the faint strains of music seeped through layers of stone walls, whispering into Ioanna’s ears like restless insects. She slipped quietly from the opulent velvet bed, her bare feet grazing the cold marble. Her toes curled, her body instinctively lowering itself. In the flickering candlelight, her eyes gleamed sly and alive, and the curve on her lips held a freedom no one could