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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 wondered how many timelines existed where he learned the truth.

Three generations ago, a man took the Crown under the name of Xavier III. That man was, by blood, your great-grandfather.

He walked the streets aimlessly, his feet naturally gravitating towards Rossheim Palace. Once, he'd thought of that place as home, the demesne of the royal family. How many balls and festivities had been held there? How many young ladies had he wooed with the allure of his title and the riches of the royalty?

That man was not the blood heir to the Crown. Queen Maria was barren, you see—but not before she'd given birth to a single boy. His name was Whitley, but he lived and died under his mother's maiden name—Brightwell.

a crown forsaken.