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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

A heavy silence fell across the Throne Room.

Gunther and the other servants tensed, confirming Lynn's suspicion that Damian's whereabouts were currently unknown. Most of the daily papers had suggested the same thing, too, along with the mysterious disappearance of the Lord Protector, Leon Roswald.

All that led Lynn to a simple, but sickening, conclusion—

My brother learned about the Brightwell birthright and immediately betrayed the Crown to the High Table. After that, everything fell into place for our enemies, and now they have a puppet king on the Throne. Except, there's one thing that doesn't add up—

"And what would you do with that information?" Titus asked cautiously, a newfound wariness entering his eyes. "I have made it abundantly clear that the Roswalds have no place in Sidralis' future."

—Why is there nobody from the Order here?

the worst truth.