Chapter 12:
The Birth Of An Empire
Liliana of Ashford had never been a woman who waited for permission. The world was shifting beneath her feet, and if she had to be the axis it spun on, so be it. Steel in her chest, maps and futures in her mind, she moved with the precision of someone who had no patience for the slow, careful games of lesser nobility. Time was a knife, and today, she was the one holding it.
The first move was simple: send G...
2025-08-04 00:59:37 +0000 UTC
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Hey, I did a little rewrite of the very first chapter. I don’t think it’s perfect, but I do think it reads a lot smoother now. I’ll also be reworking the next chapters over the coming weeks, whenever I have a bit of spare time. When I finally finish my work on Book 1, I’ll provide a new EPUB for everyone here! (:
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By Her Grace – a progressive Isekai L...
2025-08-03 16:42:27 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 11:
Gatewick’s New Order
The throne was cold.
Not just cold, icy, with every shift pressing the obsidian’s chill straight through the thin layers of Grace’s dress. She tried not to shiver, even as a numb ache settled into her bones. Maybe her grandmother chose this stone not just for its dramatic flair, but because it made every would-be ruler just a little bit uncomfortable. Or maybe it was a warning: here, you serve the thron...
2025-08-03 02:29:46 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 10:
The Unchosen Heir
Selira of Ashford.
This was her name now, for better or worse, and she couldn't quite decide which. The past days had rushed by in a surreal fever dream, each moment blending into the next until reality itself felt distorted, impossible to fully grasp. Her own feverish nightmare was, she suspected, among the nastiest to unfold within the walls of Valewick. She finally understood why her marriage had been hastily...
2025-08-01 22:25:00 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 9:
Masks Off
A smug smile spread across Steward Harold Winthrop’s face as he watched the procession approach through the castle gates. It was about time something interesting happened in Gatewick, he mused, adjusting his finely tailored sleeves. He’d held the castle comfortably for nearly a decade, comfortably indeed, lining his pockets at the expense of the absent nobility and oblivious peasants. The people of Gatewick scraped by, whi...
2025-07-31 22:26:43 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 8:
Gatewick
Gatewick had always been Liam's home, more fortress than town, standing resolutely atop the hill like an ancient sentinel guarding its people below. The sturdy stone walls and battlements spoke of centuries of pride and strength. Even now, as Liam stood watch along the southern wall, he could trace the scars left by war, the blackened stone, cracks hastily patched, a reminder of their resilience. The town, with its neat rows of...
2025-07-31 18:33:15 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 7:
No Way Back
The king set his golden goblet down with a hollow thud. The wine within trembled, flickering blood-red shadows across the council table. His hands lingered on the stem, knuckles white with age and weariness.
“So, it’s true?” he asked quietly, though he already knew the answer.
The messenger, hood battered, cloak stained from the road, didn’t lift his eyes. “Yes, sire.”
No anger rose in the king...
2025-07-31 00:19:29 +0000 UTC
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Thought you might like to see some pictures I created to help me get into the story while writing :)
Picture 1: Grace with her cousin Ser Calen
Picture 2-3: Grace with Clara in the ochard-scene
Picture 4: Liliana with the crystal with Boran inside
Picture 5: 'concept art' from Clara
Picture 6-7: Are alternative covers I thought about using as the main one, separate from the actual book covers
Picture 8: Older version of Grace of Ashford
Picture 9: Gra...
2025-07-29 11:15:16 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 6:
Mad Enough To Choose
Stonecall. The day of law, order, and, apparently, slow, public disintegration. Grace supposed there was a metaphor in that somewhere, but if there was, she was too tired to find it. Not that she’d slept. Sleep was apparently just another privilege denied to princesses, right along with privacy, peace, and the right to a single quiet moment.
Sixty hours. Give or take. She was pretty sure she’d started hall...
2025-07-29 00:39:45 +0000 UTC
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Hey, it’s me!
Don’t be surprised by the chapter spam! (:
I'm aiming to build a 10-chapter buffer, and then I’ll start posting one chapter per day for 7 days to kick off the next book on RoyalRoad. That way, Patreon will stay ahead by about 5 chapters.
Later on, I’m thinking about posting up to 10 chapters ahead for Tier 1 once I have more time, so Tier 2 will be later 10 Chapters +
Anyway, thanks so much for your support, and sorry for the ramble, you're amazin...
2025-07-27 14:00:51 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 4:
Gods Cannot Sleep
The stone corridor unfurled before Grace like an interminable ledger: polished tiles, gilded sconces, and somewhere at the end, a balance sheet of new obligations. She shadowed the maid in silence, matching the woman’s precise heel-to-toe glide because anything less would betray how badly her balance swayed after fifty-two sleepless hours. Each tap of her slippers felt amplified, as if the citadel itself was striking...
2025-07-26 22:10:15 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 3:
Tired, Not Broken
Elen had stopped counting her steps sometime around sunset.
The trail of flowers had not wavered. Even after a full day of walking, through damp moss, bramble-choked underbrush, and silent glades where no birds dared sing, the blossoms still glowed faintly in the deepening dark. Each one a soft, pale green. Each one a whisper: This way, child. Just a little further.
Her legs burned. Her mana core, ...
2025-07-25 22:43:35 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 2:
What Remains After Light
Lady Montclair of Ashford had never bent her knee to anyone. Not to the kings of Virethorn. Not to the High Court. Not even to love. She had never married, she had refused to, because the thought of surrendering her name, her legacy, to a man made her stomach turn. The Ashford name was all she had, and it was everything. She was one of the last bearers of the true bloodline, and though she bore no children of he...
2025-07-25 11:14:01 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 1: Madness Has A Name
The hall was loud.
Louder than it had any right to be.
Grace sat stiffly at the high table of the Valewick Citadel, legs dangling from a chair too tall, squeezed into a red and gold gown she hadn’t chosen, barely able to breathe thanks to the ridiculous amount of silk wrapped around her ribcage. Her mother sat beside her like a living statue, elegant, perfect and untouchable. The Empress of Ashford.
And apparently, that ...
2025-07-24 23:58:01 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys, I tried creating a cover for the second book, what do you think of it?
1, 2 or 3? (:
2025-07-24 21:54:23 +0000 UTC
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Prologue: Loose Ends
“I’ll prepare you for your death.”
Her words echoed relentlessly through Lennard’s mind, haunting him with every repetition. Since Grace had returned, nothing was the same. She’d stepped back into his life as easily as she'd invaded his apartment—taking ownership of his belongings, his space, his very thoughts—as if it had all belonged to her from the beginning. One week. Seven surreal, intoxicating, and terrifying days she’d s...
2025-07-24 18:15:16 +0000 UTC
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As promised, here is the EPUB version of Book 1 for your readers!
2025-07-24 14:04:51 +0000 UTC
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So I’m back! I actually wrote quite a lot during the flight, but now I really need to edit it. I don’t know if you’ve experienced this, but sometimes I reread what I’ve written and come across sentences like: 'This was the most credibile, the most, credible the most credible record[...]' And I just stare at it thinking, how did that even happen? Sometimes the brainlag is huge haha (:
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Epilogue
“They say you could taste the dawn ...
2025-07-24 13:18:22 +0000 UTC
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After being sick for over a week, a lot of work piled up. Right now, I’m trying to get back to my usual backlog of 5–8 chapters. Unfortunately, time’s been really tight lately.
This afternoon, I’m flying to London for a wedding and won’t be back until Monday. Since I’m currently only 2–3 chapters ahead of RoyalRoad, I’ve decided to pause billing on Patreon for a month.
Everyone will get a free month again, billing will resume on August 17th, by whi...
2025-07-17 13:25:49 +0000 UTC
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Hey everyone!
The last part of this book has been really tough for me to write, and it’s turned out way longer than I expected. Chapter 60 will be the final chapter, but the story will officially wrap up with an Epilogue afterward.
The Epilogue might be ready later today, but more likely tomorrow evening. Both this chapter and the Epilogue have around 4k words.
Also, there won’t be any break between books, I’ll be starting the next one right away! So for you, it’s ...
2025-07-15 12:13:45 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 59:
Lady Selira Of Ashford
Grace hadn’t slept.
Not that it mattered. Her body might have been small—stupidly so—but she knew how to push through the weariness by now. Still, she couldn’t help but feel mild annoyance at this childish exhaustion creeping up on her.
Pathetic, she thought with a quiet sigh. This kid’s body can’t even handle one little all-nighter.
She shifted slightly, suppressin...
2025-07-09 00:54:43 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 58:
Her Name on Every Tongue
There was no sky. No ground. No air to breathe, nor stars to chart.
Only light. An endless, golden sphere suspended in the void — not within it, but against it, defiant. A temple made of radiance and memory, each beam woven from truths older than time. It floated like a sun that refused to set, pulsing slowly with divine rhythm.
This was no ordinary palace.
It was a sanctum of permanence, un...
2025-07-07 22:00:12 +0000 UTC
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Hey guys, I’m back! I’ll try to edit and post one chapter every day until Friday.
Last week was rough, but I’m glad I’m no longer stuck in bed. (:
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Chapter 57:
Birthday Morning
Grace lay awake, eyes wide open, staring into the inky darkness above her bed.
It was still night, the kind of deep, heavy night that clung to the windows a...
2025-07-07 12:17:31 +0000 UTC
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Hey, just a quick update, unfortunately, I’m currently stuck in bed with a summer flu and a fever.
That’s why I probably won’t be posting anything next week either.
I’ll catch up the week after that.
Just in case anyone’s wondering why it’s been so quiet lately.
I'm sorry for the delay and I'll try my best to come back as soon as possible.
2025-06-27 20:31:39 +0000 UTC
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I made some slight edits to Chapters 54 and 55 to make them match up better. In Chapter 54, it was just the ending, and in Chapter 55, I tweaked a few lines of dialogue. (:
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Chapter 56:
No Glory Left
The field was still in the wake of the charge. Campfires crackled in tight rings, banners drooped without wind, and scouts moved like ghosts through the deepening dusk. Marshal Dareth had ordered the army ...
2025-06-25 09:14:47 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 55:
The Cost Of Control
Grace sat in the waiting chamber above the estate dungeon, sipping tea in silence.
The room was quiet, but not peaceful, too many thoughts stirred behind her still expression. The porcelain cup clicked softly as she set it back onto its saucer, her gaze drifting to the heavy door.
They should arrive any moment now, she mused.
She had received word earlier: Lady Callaire would be coming for...
2025-06-23 20:24:41 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 54:
The Smile Behind The Door
The door shut behind the fat merchant with a loud clang. Grace sat in silence, still poised in her reception chair, legs crossed, one delicate hand resting thoughtfully on the armrest. Her other hand still held the teacup, now cold, but she hadn’t noticed.
Not bad, she mused. Not bad at all, Master Holt.
She turned her head slightly, glancing again at the wooden box sti...
2025-06-22 20:15:13 +0000 UTC
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Chapter: 53
In The Name Of Grace
It had been an intense week for Saren Holt.
Everything had to be flawless. Every letter sent through back channels. Every name scrubbed from manifests. Every whisper paid to vanish before it reached Valewick ears. Not even his best traders knew the full shape of his plan. He wasn’t just prepping for a trade deal.
He was preparing for war. A quiet one, sure—but no less deadly.
And now, it was t...
2025-06-21 22:54:54 +0000 UTC
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Funny thing—I just realized that in the last few chapters, I accidentally called Valewick "Velwick" a couple of times. I already fixed it on RR since you can do that with one click and update all the wrong names. But it's a lot more work here, so sorry if it causes any confusion! Then again, no one mentioned it, so I’m guessing you didn’t notice either! (:
Chapter 52:
On A Spirit's Whim
Corax hovered silently outside the great walls of...
2025-06-21 15:10:54 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 51:
Running To Ruin
The week had passed in a blur of wind, stone, and blood.
Ronan stood high on the battlements of the mountain fortress, boots braced against the ancient parapet, watching the gray dawn spill over the narrow ford below. It had been seven days since his column took this position, seven days of skirmishes, icy dawns, and far too little sleep. The Beastkin had advanced harder than any of the scouts predicted. First, th...
2025-06-19 02:45:45 +0000 UTC
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