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The Prince Is A Princess

The Prince Is A Princess

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In the 18th century kingdoms of Vortania and Zevonia, a mysterious virus wiped 90% of the female population and reduced women to mere breeders and slaves. Desperate to provide an heir for the throne, Queen Margaret instigates a dark secret that burns at the heart of power. After the birth of Marice, the King's daughter, Margaret fakes an identity and pronounces her child as the King's son and heir to the throne. Marice, celebrated as the Prince of Vortania, is a master of war and strategy, destined to inherit a throne she can never truly claim. Hidden beneath her male disguise lies a woman of great strength bound by duty and torn by a forbidden desire to be seen for who she truly is (a woman). As political intrigue tightens its grip, Marice faces betrayal from within: a treacherous duke, a desperate mother, and a kingdom on the brink of chaos. Left with no choice, Marice sheds her prince's crown to become something far more fearsome; a War Goddess. Leading a revolution of the oppressed women, she turns the tables on a male-dominated world, forcing it to kneel before her. As peace hangs in the aisle, new threats loom, Marice must decide: can love, power, and revenge coexist, or will they consume her in a final, fiery reckoning?

Chapter 1 Prologue

The wails of a newborn echoed through the dimly lit chambers of the Queen's quarters.

In the council chamber, the king sat, his hands folded as he said a silent prayer. His cabinet sat, but there was total silence as they all waited for the announcement of a newborn heir.

Inside the Queen's chamber, Queen Margaret lay drenched in sweat, her golden curls plastered to her forehead as she gasped for air.

She had tears striking down her cheeks. The labor had been brutal, nearly taking her life, but she had endured. She had to. The future of the kingdom rested on her shoulders.

"I want my baby," she cried amidst pants.

Then came the midwife, an aging woman. With trembling hands, she swaddled the infant in a linen cloth.

Her lips parted as if to speak, but fear held her back. Her gaze met with the Queen's, and there was a silent communication between them.

Margaret's eyes flickered open. "Say it!" She growled.

The midwife came forward, her lips quivering as she swallowed hard. "Y...your Majesty... It is a girl." She said, and the room fell into a suffocating silence.

All smiles on the Queen's face disappeared, replaced by shock and doubt.

The Queen's heart pounded violently as the words echoed in her ears. "A girl?" She asked in a quiet voice, and the midwife nodded quietly as tears formed in her eyes.

"No. This cannot be." The Queen mumbled as tears gathered in her eyes.

The entire kingdom was waiting for the birth of a prince, an heir who would succeed King Hezekai.

A daughter meant chaos, a daughter meant trouble.

Margaret's fingers tightened around the silk sheets on the bed as the weight of despair crashed over her.

The King was dying, clinging to the hope that his heir would bring stability to a kingdom falling into chaos.

If the truth goes out, he would order the child's death.

Margaret forced herself to sit up, her body trembling with exhaustion. "Fetch Harold Nelson," she commanded through gritted teeth.

The midwife paused with a furrowed brow. "Your Majesty, the king..."

"Now!" Margaret screamed, and the midwife trembled.

Scared of the Queen's rage, she bowed. "Yes, my Queen."

She hurried away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Margaret's gaze dropped to the child in her arms.

The baby whimpered, her tiny fists curling against her mother's chest. A rare girl-child, born into a kingdom where women were nearly extinct.

Margaret clenched her jaw. "No one can ever know you for who you are. I'll give you life, my child. I will give you power against all odds." She mouthed as tears began to fall from her eyes.

Minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Harold Nelson, the kingdom's most skilled craftsman and scientist, walked in.

"My Queen," he bowed. He took one look at the Queen's haunted expression before shifting his gaze to the infant. Understanding dawned in his eyes.

"You wish for the child to be a prince," he murmured.

Margaret met his gaze, her voice steel. "Can you make it so?"

Harold exhaled.

"It will require years of work. Painful modifications. Hormonal treatments. But yes... I can make them believe."

"We don't have years. I need you to convince the king's cabinet waiting outside. I need you to do it now!" The Queen commanded in a terrifying voice, and Harold swallowed hard.

"Yes, my Queen," he bowed.

The Queen could barely hear her own voice over the thundering of her pulse.

"For your secret to hold, then you must erase all who know," Harold said, and Margaret turned to the midwife, who stood frozen in the doorway.

The moment their gaze met, the midwife fell to her knees.

"No. Please. I have two children to care for," she cried, tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks as she realized her fate.

"Please, Your Majesty..."

Margaret's heart twisted. She felt the pain of the old woman, but mercy was a luxury she could not afford. She reached for the dagger beneath her pillow.

The Queen of Vortania could not allow witnesses.

The baby in her arms would live, not as a princess, but as Prince of Vortania, and heir to the throne.

No one would ever know the truth.

"I'll do everything for your children. They'll have the best life. But you're a loophole. Take your own life, for the benefit of your kingdom," the Queen said and threw the dagger to her.

Staring at the shiny blade on the floor, the woman wept, but the Queen's glare became intense. Afraid of what might follow, she picked up the blade.

"Honour your promise, my Queen. Take care of my babies," she spoke, and the Queen nodded.

The sound of a blade tearing through a rough flesh followed, and blood flowed towards the bed where the queen lay.

"The deed is done. It's just you and I now, Harold," said the queen, not looking at him, rather playing wutb thr baby jn her arms.

"My beloved. You shall be called Marice." She mouthed to the hearing of Harold Nelson standing before her.

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