The Serpent Prince’s Rejected Bride
- Romantasy
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The story
On the day Serafin Nachtwind is stripped of her name and handed to a feared serpent prince, she watches her own family smile—then realizes the only man who looks guilty is the one they call the monster. A fox-shifter heiress is betrayed by her adoptive sister and forced into a “monster” marriage—only to discover the serpent prince was the one person who never broke his promise, even as ancient prophecies and a devouring throne threaten to destroy her future. Two shifter realms negotiate peace through dynastic bonds: fox-kin clans in exile and the serpent kingdom ruled by a throne that feeds on queens—while prophecy networks decide who lives long enough to matter. Enemies-to-lovers under a forced marriage contract: distrust on her side, restraint on his, then growing intimacy as he proves protection without promises being empty. Serafin must navigate court wars and personal betrayal while
Chapter 1 · The Name They Took · 11 min read
Dawn light fell through the high windows of the fox-clan hall in thin gold lines. Serafin Nachtwind stood where the floor was cleanest, because her mother always said the heir must look steady. Her pale-gold hair was pinned back for the court, and her amber eyes watched every face like a guard watches a door.
Amira Nachtwind sat on the matriarch seat, calm as carved stone. Khaled Nachtwind stood to her right, treaty ring at his belt, hands folded like he was praying. Across the hall, Lyra Mousewhisk moved with soft steps, her gray eyes bright, her smile already waiting.
Serafin’s throat tightened. Today was meant to be simple. The peace messengers from the serpent realm would arrive after noon, and the clan would show unity. That was the plan. The kind of plan that made her mother’s voice smooth and her father’s jaw hard.
Then a guard captain yelled, “Matriarch! We found it in Serafin’s chest!”
A wave of whispers ran through the hall like wind through dry grass. Serafin’s body went cold before her mind caught up. “My chest?” she asked, and her voice sounded too small for the room.
Lyra lifted a cloth bundle to show the court. “It was taken from the ward-room,” she said, sweet and clear. “I only tried to protect you, Serafin. I thought you misplaced it. But it was stolen. From us.”
Serafin stepped forward. “I didn’t steal anything.”
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