An exiled noble, Daryn, finds himself in a foreign land, forced to sell his sword with hopes of one day earning enough coin to return home and plead forgiveness. Meanwhile, in the kingdom of New Hyperiar lives Lord Jerys, a cunning and resourceful adviser to the King and Klea, a girl of sixteen and the kings daughter...
Born with glowing green eyes. Destined for rotten luck. Peasant girl Meya Hild was 'given' the opportunity to become a Lady. At swordpoint. By mercenaries. Engaged to a dying nobleman. Poisoned with one month to live. Tasked to loot a castle. In a kingdom running out of resources. Little did Meya know this shenanigan...
"It wasn't exactly a regular life. I've seen a lot for my age...but this..." "Indeed." He gruffed sending smoke from his nostrils. "So what exactly are we supposed to do against these assholes?" "We fight back." "and If they win?" "You. and everything you know. Will perish."