A.D.B.

Take heed, young fae, convene this dayThe path is wrought with punishmentIt spurs your rage, the scorn of your baneBurning 'neath the martyr's chainYour soul shall split in crimson bloomPenance carved in fate and dueFind solace in your root of painDevotion fuels the paladin's flameLorelyi Tyraelomn returns to the elvish capital of Oerythelor with a singular purpose: to claim their sacred relic and take her place as its guardian, the thirteenth bearer of Vaespyra.
But this was not a destiny she chose. It was written into prophecy long ago: a great war foretold, and a sacred duty that would decide the fate of their people. Some paths cannot be mapped, they must be walked, and in her years as Priestess, Lorelyi discovers more than the finality of a predetermined fate. Daedolus, a beloved ghost from her past, discovers her return and draws her into a world she had never allowed herself to see.
With him as her guide, she learns again what it truly means to belong, to be loved, and to love another with utter abandon. But beneath the polished veneer of their great capital, a secret waits: the heart of a criminal empire, reshaped into something far more insidious. It is an evil cultivated for retribution. and for her.