Reborn
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Ongoing, First published Nov 15, 2018
"I never really thought about the day I would die. 

Death and I were old acquaintances, having known each other like intimate friends for most of my life, but I never imagined to face her myself so soon. 

I was paying the price for my rebellion, but I held no regrets. Except one.

The throne was burning, the kingdom was in chaos and for the first time I had failed a mission, but the only thing I could think about on my death bed was Him. And how we had run out of time." 

~•~•~•~•~

Six Houses.

One Crown. 

It was game of power, greed, revenge, swords and fire. But in the end, only one would raise from the ashes to sit on the throne of the Kingdom of Kallera. 

Blood will be spilled, secrets will be revealed.
Crowns will fall and thrones will burn. 
Peace will be forgotten, war will be welcomed.

This is the tale of a Kingdom in ruin.
And its possible savior.

~•~•~•~•~
April 2019,
• 1 in #Throne
• 47 in #EpicFantasy

• First place in the Eca Awards 2020
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I was foolish and young, and I had gotten myself neck deep into this assasiantion plot, and into this - whatever this was, between myself and Darius. He was a betrothed man, that I knew. He was to marry, and that was that. I could never come between him and his Queen, not when I was no more than some low - bred peasant, good for nothing but service. "I don't love Princess Ophera," Darius began, his voice wavering. I looked up then, and our eyes locked. Navy blue met cerulean in a dance of colour, as beautiful as the rolling waves or the bright blue sky. "I have never wanted this life for myself. Ever since I was younger, all I wanted was - I know this will sound stupid -" A bitter laugh. I leaned forward and gripped his hands in my own, willing curiosity into my face, hoping to comfort him. It seemed to work, for he continued to speak. "I love to play the violin. I wanted to be a world famous violinist, renowned for my art." I smiled at the vulnerability, even as pain tugged through me. How could I be so stupid, to never consider that he might have hobbies of his own? I had not painted since my book was stolen, but that didn't mean I couldn't start up again. "Will you play for me sometime? The violin?" "I will. My Mother loved the violin as well," His gaze turned distant, somber. I squeezed his hands in reassurance, and he smiled slightly. "Tell me about your Mother."