There is a storm coming.
It is not coming from the sea where I faced by brother. It gathers in the north in a kingdom that has not waged war in five centuries. A kingdom whose armies were ruthless. A kingdom that is unpredictable. A kingdom that is ruled by an unhappy marriage. A kingdom that is home to one of my few remaining relatives.
A relative who is willing to put her birthplace vulnerable to danger and destruction all for her own personal gain. A gain that will grow inside of her for nine months.
An heir for a kingdom's fall.
When the storm moves south and reaches Alendar's walls, we will be ready. My kingdom has strengthened from its alliance with Torva, but why does its king no longer reply to my letters? He is not dead, but his silence worries me. All I get now are reports from my ambassador in Francis's court.
The silence is almost pregnant.
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Tipping Thrones
FantasyTwo years and counting has Alendar been at peace. Everything seems to be in perfect balance. Queen Eleanor is set to make her first foreign diplomatic appearance in none other than Bellumigne, where a summit between Alendar, Torva, and the host cou...
