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Prince Arthur Aethersworn of Tashran knows his place: powerless, caged by tradition, and haunted by his lack of magic in a family brimming with it. Under his father’s impassive yet critical eye, he’s forced into training for a throne he can never claim without true power.

Just as he’s about to resign to a bleak fate, a mysterious figure with ties to forbidden magic offers Arthur a choice: break free and seek the fabled Dragon's Eyes, or remain bound by royal duty. On this quest, he risks everything: his loyalties, family ties, and deepest beliefs. As he uncovers hidden powers, he faces powerful forces determined to prevent him from changing his destiny.

Embark on Arthur's journey, an adventure where casting aside one’s humanity becomes a path, not a barrier to untold power.

Why I (don't) regret looking for the dragon's eyes

Melite crossed her arms, eyeing Arthur critically. "We need something that contrasts with his hair and eyes. Blue is too predictable. Silver might work, but it could wash him out."

"Something warm, then." Aleks suggested, shifting against the couch. "Gold or ivory, something light but not plain."

Seisyll nodded. "Ivory with gold embroidery. It'll stand out without being gaudy. Keeps it elegant, too."

Beli's voice echoed from the beastcore. "Deep crimson sash. It'll balance the look."

Melite's lips curled into a grin. "Oh, I like that. His hair's already red, but a darker shade, like garnet or wine, will make it look intentional."

Fedlimid clasped his hands together, pleased. "Ivory tunic, gold-threaded embroidery, fitted but breathable. Dark crimson sash. Well-tailored trousers, none of those baggy things the dockworkers wear."

Arthur exhaled sharply. "You're all acting like I'm being sent to seduce a queen."

Where the Sea Meets the Sky