❝Each time you happen to me all over again.❞ Robb Stark, the King of the North, is forced to marry the mysterious and courageous Princess Minerva of House Baratheon, a political pawn meant to strengthen his kingdom's alliances against the Westeros. But as they stand together in the raging war of the five kingdoms, Minerva's unwavering bravery and loyalty captivate Robb's heart. With every battle and every triumph, he finds himself increasingly enthralled by her strength and grace. Now, as the fate of his kingdom hangs in the balance, Robb must confront the dual challenge of defending his people and protecting the woman who has become his everything. With the Iron Throne within his grasp, can he keep Minerva safe from the treacherous forces that seek to destroy them both? Or will the very love that gives him strength become his greatest weakness? ****FULL SUMMARY INSIDE****

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 Battle 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬' ೃ⁀➷" what is wrong loving a devil as long the devil love you the way he loves hell ' Beneath the polished halls of an elite university, a storm brews, its fury waiting to explode. Rivalries smolder, secrets rot in the dark, and power is the blood-soaked prize everyone will kill for. Secrets are the currency they trade, and power is the blood that keeps them alive. At the heart of it all stands Aisha Sharma fierce, unpredictable, and a force that no one sees coming. With a past steeped in darkness and a soul carved by betrayal, she is more than just a player in this deadly game. She is the storm they never anticipated. In a world where the students are heirs to empires, power-hungry and ruthless, manipulation is second nature, and trust is a currency too expensive to afford. Everyone plays a role, hides a secret, and sharpens their knives in the dark. Yet none of them are prepared for what Aisha brings to the table, a force that can shatter their carefully built facades and ignite chaos like they've never known. But what they don't know is that the true threat is lurking just beyond their grasp. The Dead Squad twisted survivors of a cruel and horrific past have returned. Their vengeance is sharp, their fury unquenchable, and they will stop at nothing to burn everything to the ground. And above them all, an ancient, ruthless organization, built on manipulation and fear, pulls the strings from the shadows, as its monstrous creations break free to hunt those they once called their own. And survival? It demands more than strength, it demands a sacrifice that no one can escape. In this ruthless battle for the throne, where betrayal cuts deeper than any blade and power is the most dangerous prize who will outwit, outlast, and rise from the shadows to claim victory in a game where survival itself is a deadly gamble?

❕ON HOLD❕ ---------- "Ye Akshita jo apke samne khadi hai, Vo toh apkeliye 7 sath samandar par kar sakti hai, par savaal ye hai, ki aap kya kar sakte hai- Aap kya karne ko tayar hai?!" "Mai ye sabh kuch bhul jaungi Ekansh, sabh kuch. I am willing to forgive you at the S of a Sorry..." she begged, not wanting to lose him. He hung his head low, not knowing what to reply, a million memories flashing before his eyes. All the words he uttered that day stung back at him like a swarm of wasps. "Kya aap iss Akshita, jo aap ke liye SULI PAR CHAD JAYEGI, Iss Akshita ke sath jindagi bitane ka mauka gavadenge?" She asked, broken, her voice quivering. He looks at her, his eyes softening as he looks at her, her eyes full of hope. He takes a deep breath, breaking the eye contact. She looks down, missing the guilt filled in his eyes while her eyes are now void of emotions. She nods chuckling bitterly, "Thik hai, thik hai... Toh ye sun lena... Iss Akshita..." she said, pointing to herself, "Iss Akshita, ko mil ne ka aap ka akhri mauka, apne afsoos se gavadiy-" "Nahi..." he says barely above a whisper, but her ears catch it. "Nahi..." he says shaking his bent head, "Nahi Gavaunga, I was a fool to not know your sufferings... It was wrong of me to accuse you- Forgive me if you can..." he said tears flowing down eyes, falling on his knees. She looks at him letting out a heavy sigh, her emotions threatening to spill. She closed her eyes. His heart ached hearing the her silence as the dam of guilt overflowed from his eyes in the form of tears for he had lost her. ---------- Tired of reading stories where the Male Lead is always: "He is the standard" "Green Flag ❌ Green Forest ✔️" "Hara Jhanda" ? Well then, I present a story, that'll make you say "She is the standard." ❕ON HOLD❕ Updates on the 1st, 7th, 13th, 21st and 26th every month 💓 ❕ON HOLD❕ Hope you enjoy it. Happy Reading 💖 ---------- Started on May 4th, 2024 Reviewed by: @kazeleeknow