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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

Leon was silent for a long while.

The only noise in the room was Janus' low purring, and the occasional creak from the gas-powered fireplace. Then—

The spymaster set his mug on the desk and leaned forward, running a hand through his rust-red hair. He exhaled audibly, groaning aloud.

"So Blackbriar plans to use Damian in a guerrilla war against his enemies? I suppose that's one way to attract the defectors' attention. But with Damian's current mental state, he shouldn't be fighting anything, especially not after what happened in Lombrass…"

Tia hesitated, almost holding her tongue—but before she could stop herself, the words had spilled past her lips, soft and filled with regret.

"I think it's because  of Lombrass that Damian's doing this. He— Do you know how much he misses Astrid? How much her death has ruined him?"

Leon sighed and looked at her with hollow eyes.

patriot, traitor, daughter, maid.