A Losing Victory

When held at the end of a blade, a man reveals his true allegiances. Even the most honourable crumble and wither while at the doorstep of death, showing weakness.

There are always exceptions, of course.

Thorne Garrett is such an exception.

Master of the blade, silver tongue and an unbreakable will that could move mountains, armies fall before him like candles to the storm. Victory after victory tied to his name, the world at his fingertips.

Sarai Nightbloom is different. Unimaginable riches, beauty, wit and a stubborn streak to match, she could do anything she desired. The world her plaything.

The courts and her noble upbringing did little to sate her ever growing curiosity about the world around her, however. How much is she willing to pay in order to give up her title, her riches and her home and allow herself to seek that meaning she wants. That she needs.

Is anything ever black and white?