THE KINGSLAYER'S THRONE
BLURB:
Every heir to the throne must bind their soul to an ancient weapon on their coronation eve—a sacred union
between wielder and blade that lasts until death. In his first life, Prince Cassian chose the Dawnbreaker, the
legendary sunblade that sang with holy light and promised glory. Its golden whispers guided him to victory
after victory, making him the hero his kingdom desperately needed.
Until the night before his coronation, when that same blade turned on him. As holy fire consumed his flesh,
Cassian watched his trusted advisor Lord Matthias smile—the man who'd orchestrated every "heroic" quest,
every "destined" triumph, every step of Cassian's path straight to his own execution. The Dawnbreaker had
never been his. It had always belonged to Matthias.
But death wasn't the end. Cassian wakes gasping in his chambers, three years younger, the morning of his
Binding Ceremony. He remembers everything—every lie, every manipulation, every moment of his murder.
Standing once more in the Vault of Sacred Arms, Cassian watches Matthias position himself perfectly to
"advise" him toward the Dawnbreaker again. The golden blade gleams with false promise, already whispering
its poisoned destiny.
Not this time.
Cassian walks past the heroes' weapons—past the silver spear, the crystal bow, the jade staff—until he stops
before a blade sealed behind iron chains and carved warnings. The Kinslayer. A chipped, rust-stained sword
that hasn't been touched in three hundred years. The weapon that drove Prince Daemon mad, that murdered
the royal family, that nearly destroyed the kingdom.
The Vault falls silent. The priests recoil in horror. Even Matthias's careful mask cracks into genuine shock.
Has grief broken the prince's mind?
But when Cassian's fingers close around the worn hilt, he feels something snap into place—not the gentle
warmth of a sacred bond, but recognition. Ancient. Furious. Alive. And the voice that floods his mind isn't
madness—it's a woman's voice, sharp as broken glass and burning with three centuries of rage."Finally. Someone who knows what betrayal tastes like. Tell me, little prince—how badly do you want
revenge?"
Cassian wanted to reclaim his throne. He didn't expect his cursed weapon to be the spirit of a murdered
princess with secrets darker than his own. Or that his "first" death was actually his second. Or that the
conspiracy that killed him has been playing out for three hundred years, and he's just the latest piece in a
game that reaches the gods themselves.
Now bound to the kingdom's most feared weapon, Cassian must navigate a court that wants him declared
mad, an advisor whose plans run deeper than simple ambition, and a blade-spirit whose idea of "helping"
involves considerably more bloodshed than he anticipated. But as he unravels the truth about the Kinslayer's
legend, Cassian discovers the most terrifying question: What if the monster everyone feared was actually the
hero—and he's been fighting for the wrong side all along?
SETTING: The Kingdom of Astrion, where divine weapons choose royal heirs; the Sanctum of Blades, the
Royal Palace of Solara, and the forbidden ruins of the Shadow Citadel where the Kinslayer's truth was buried