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"Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "
A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life…
Red will always be love and Rose will always be red.
ROSE AMARA AMBER
In the world I am living. Women don’t reign. I’m the exception to that rule. I didn’t choose this life, it chose me. I have a legacy to protect, a power to snatch, and no one will stop me. If an arranged marriage is what it’ll take to lead, then so be it. I am even marrying the man I am supposed to be loving. But that throne changed us all.
Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included.
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ETHAN ASH PENDLETON
I am the ruler. I am the next in line, but before I do it. I need to get married. And that woman is Rose Amber. The woman I want to spend my life with. But seeing myself marrying someone makes me a fool. Hurting her is not part of the plan.
Loving her. That is my plan, but this throne makes me tough and brave. I have to. For her safety and not mine. The family is after her family. Amber is one of the richest in the Eastern land. And we will have a great army and connections with them. Will give me the throne that I love.
I am choosing and, since I was once born, I have decided that the throne is more important to me and not the love that once perished.
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