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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

Damian sat on the floor for a long while.

A butler came by twice, asking whether he wanted breakfast, but he lied and said he was feeling sick. His thoughts were a mess, replaying every conversation he'd had with Tia and Lynn and Astrid, recalling every smile and blush and giggle. And every time he felt a sickening guilt worming deep within his stomach.

This is a problem, a problem I need to solve with my own two hands. Like rebuilding a bridge, only I haven't any wood or clay. I'm stranded on the wrong side of a river, and all I seem to do is lose people.

Eventually, Damian pulled himself upright and sank onto the bed. The newspapers and letter Tia had brought him slid down and hit his knee.

That's right. I'm still a prince, first and foremost. I can't forget my duty; my reason for being here in the first place. Everything else comes second.

falling apart.