Look, this ain't no happy go friendly, sunshine and rainbows, aw look cute gay boys story. There's death. Heart ache. Realistic representations of what actual relationships are like. This whole story was where my life went from pretty suck to absolute garbage. This is not something to question, it's real. It's actually happening in our world.
Here's a VERY dumbed down summary: An old religion of gods, completely forgotten, not in any history or nothin', is completely real. All are male, and like most males, they have *ahem* needs. These needs, of course can result in sons and daughters. Like myself. Whoopty-effing-doo, I know.
If you're one of us, you're NEVER safe. Not even your own home. Step-dad? Probably a monster. Teacher? Vampire. Best friend? Most likely a lupus come to take you back to Oppidum Demideus. There is not escaping our lifestyle, at all. You train, you fight, you survive.
This, ladies and gentlemen. Is how I got accused of kidnapping the God of Justice.
Dragonwall's queen no longer remembers who she is. Her magic is locked away at the hands of an evil sorcerer. Kane hoped to deal the drengr monarchy a heavy blow. He sent its queen away as bait, counting on King Talon to go after her. After all, what is a king without his queen?
Everyone is counting on Lord Reyr to maintain the kingdom's biggest ruse. He must rule in Talon's stead. But he's not the only one wearing a perfectly crafted disguise. After all, there are two thrones in Kastali Dun that need filling.
Meanwhile, the hunt to reclaim the dragonstones begins. If the hunters fail, then everything will fall apart. Racing against time, Dragonwall's rulers must save a kingdom on the brink of crumbling. Unfortunately, they might already be too late.