Description
She was born a daughter, but raised as a prince. Now the world hunts her, not for who she is, but for who she was never allowed to be. In the cursed kingdom of Fjellgard, royal daughters are not celebrated. They are silenced. To survive, Cédric wore a crown that didn't belong to her, a name that wasn't hers, and a mask she was never allowed to remove. But after the crown prince is named and her world is torn apart, Cédric vanishes, no name, no title, no home. Years later, haunted by nightmares and hunted by secrets, she sets out in search of the truth... only to uncover darker ones she never meant to find. Ancient powers stir in her blood. Old gods awaken. And Cédric must decide: Who is she, if not a prince? Not a weapon. Not a curse. Not Cédric Just... Cedra. A slow-burning, psychological fantasy about masks we inherit, love that doesn't save, and the quiet, dangerous act of becoming who you truly are.
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