War is coming to the frozen wastes of Ostero that people stubbornly insist on calling home. The Empire is poised to swipe the final holdout off the table and claim all of Arda for itself. With the loss of the Ostero King’s head there is nothing standing in their way. Well, almost nothing.
Ciara, daughter of the Dark Knight and head mistress, was content to spend her coming days serving the Lord of her castle — as content as a teenager can be — until the gods dumped one Aldrin, second son of the Ostero King, in her overburdened lap. Now the pair are forced out into a mostly indifferent world, fleeing for their lives to try to get Aldrin’s bony ass onto the vacant throne. Keeping their secret secret proves difficult for the no longer nobby nob, and the boy prince falls under the blade of an Empire’s assassin.
Walking corpses colloquially named unblinkers because they can’t all be called Carl, an Emperor who believes he’s the second coming of whatever god had the best dress sense, and a witch who dangled the threat of a very interesting and creative death above their heads all stand in their way to save their homeland from the invaders and stop all of Arda from succumbing to the rise of magic. No pressure. $0.99 on Kindle.
