TITLE: The Princess Wars
GENRE: NA - Science Fiction
Princess Belle wants to be an inventor, not a queen. When a cave-in swallows her brother, Belle descends into the city’s underground labyrinth to find him. But the longer she stays in this underworld, the more time her fiancé, the head of the royal council, has to incite war.
The queen was murdered, and Belle needed to find proof – fast, before they burned the body. But she couldn’t search the rooms quickly enough, not when the dress slowed her down so immensely. A royal funeral required a corset, a petticoat, layers of tulle, black lace everywhere, and a wig so tall and heavy her neck might snap backwards. Today was her mother’s funeral, so she had to look presentable. She put her hands on the mountain of skirts where her hips ought to be.
The queen’s room was packed with roses, stuffed in glass jars and tucked into every corner and crevice of her boudoir.
Of course, they weren’t truly roses. These were flowers a woman would kill for.
Or die for.
The little, scarlet flowers were a drug, hallucinogenic and intensely addictive. The people called it Delusion, and Delusion had killed her mother.
The bedroom was still steeped in her mother’s scent — musk and rosewater. A canopy hung heavy across the bedposts like candle wax caught mid-weep. The blankets were lumpy as if she still rested beneath them. Belle gathered her skirts as best she could, hopped onto the bed, and yanked the canopy down. It fell to the ground like a dollop of heavy cream.