Prince Cedrix Adrian Tobius Cristafer of Ithnia is really, REALLY fed up of rescuing princesses from towers. This is the sixteenth damsel he's been sent to save from distress, and he's quickly running out of energy, patience, and (most importantly) excuses not to marry them. Fortunately, this one is neither damsel, nor distress.

A series of prompt fills for my original fiction novel, The Last Damsel. Written for the Writers Month 2020 prompt challenge.

In fifteen days, on his twentieth birthday, Prince Ronan Aldrea will die at the hands of a god. His path was set long before his birth by hands worlds away from his, unbiased and unyielding in their actions, and had been written into prophecy by seers of ages past. The hands of Fate had called for his death, but Ronan did not plan to sit idly by and let them claim him. The prophecy did not rest on Ronan's shoulders alone; it worked through a member of the Pantheon of Seven, the god Aevar, the one meant to kill him. With Aevar's arrival in the mortal realm comes a fierce reminder that his days are numbered, and with each pawn Fate puts into play, Ronan becomes more determined to defy it. In all of history, be it mortal or godly, Fate has reigned superior. It has never lost, never faltered, least of all fallen before a frightened mortal prince. But Ronan Aldrea intends to change those odds-no matter the cost.