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“You can bring back everyone you’ve lost. It will only cost your sanity.”

The king is dead, murdered by an interloper from the future—a manic copy of his own son, hellbent on forcibly reversing a disastrous timeline. The true Damian Roswald—a hedonistic crown prince bereft of magical talent—finds his comfortable life upended by his father’s murder and assassins from his own future.

“There are none left who can judge us, so we must be our own executioner. That is the cursed fate of those few named Damian Roswald.” 

With politicians plotting his demise, his royal cousins scheming for the empty throne, and warring churches tearing the grieving city apart, Damian must accept the tragedy of his countless futures—or else, find himself doomed to repeat them. But can a mere mortal decide their own fate in a world governed by almighty angels? 

“Find me, Damian Roswald. And I’ll tell you why the stars fell.”

For three centuries, even the wisest men have accepted that the night sky was once populated by ‘stars’—until a terrible calamity plunged mankind into a Dark Age. From the darkness, the Roswalds rose to power, but few know that the first crown was forged with the blood of a slaughtered god…

Damian must endure countless tragedies and the consequences of his own future actions to reach the peace he desires—but could the true threat be hiding not in his future, but in his own distant past?

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A Thread of Broken Fate

Deep in thought, Damian pulled on his clothes and returned to the manor, heedless of the water he was dripping all over.

In his quarters, he toweled off, and found that the Duke's staff had washed and dried his uniform overnight. Unfortunately, nobody had thought to leave a butler on hand to assist with dressing him, so Damian was still struggling with his buttons when he heard a soft knock at the door.

"Who's there?" he called out, having just won the battle with his shirt.

"It's your most favorite and diligent maid in the whole wide world!"

A smile tugged at the corner of Damian's lips.

"You're bright and chirpy this morning," he remarked, as Tia let herself into his quarters.

She shrugged, giving him an affable smile.

"There's nothing a hot bath and a good bed can't fix!"

hold me tight (or don’t).