In the game of sovereignty, there are no clean hands. The Aurelian Empire is a golden cage, and for the people of Oakhaven, the bars are finally breaking. Lucivan, the reluctant third son of a falling house, never asked for a throne. But when a crooked silver circlet-hammered from a common dinner plate-is placed upon his head, he becomes the focal point of a revolution he isn't sure he can lead. He isn't a warrior; he is a man trying to keep a crumbling fortress from being swallowed by the very empire that built it.
In the dim halls of "The Shed, " the war is fought not with swords, but with whispers and trade routes. Seraphina Vos, the Weaver, manages a web of spies that stretches into the heart of the Imperial capital, while General Evarre Vane stands as a silent, iron-clad sentinel against the approaching Sun-Lance legions. But as the Empire's political machinery grinds closer, a terrifying variable enters the equation.
To the south, in the Blackened Wastes, a dark alchemy is turning the dead into weapons. The "Flesh-Woven" are coming, and they do not care about borders or crowns. Lucivan must now play a dangerous game: negotiate with a corrupt Empire that wants him dead, or side with a dark power that promises survival at the cost of his humanity. History is written by the survivors. But in Oakhaven, survival has a price that no treasury can pay.
In the game of sovereignty, there are no clean hands. The Aurelian Empire is a golden cage, and for the people of Oakhaven, the bars are finally breaking. Lucivan, the reluctant third son of a falling house, never asked for a throne. But when a crooked silver circlet-hammered from a common dinner plate-is placed upon his head, he becomes the focal point of a revolution he isn't sure he can lead. He isn't a warrior; he is a man trying to keep a crumbling fortress from being swallowed by the very empire that built it.
In the dim halls of "The Shed, " the war is fought not with swords, but with whispers and trade routes. Seraphina Vos, the Weaver, manages a web of spies that stretches into the heart of the Imperial capital, while General Evarre Vane stands as a silent, iron-clad sentinel against the approaching Sun-Lance legions. But as the Empire's political machinery grinds closer, a terrifying variable enters the equation.
To the south, in the Blackened Wastes, a dark alchemy is turning the dead into weapons. The "Flesh-Woven" are coming, and they do not care about borders or crowns. Lucivan must now play a dangerous game: negotiate with a corrupt Empire that wants him dead, or side with a dark power that promises survival at the cost of his humanity. History is written by the survivors. But in Oakhaven, survival has a price that no treasury can pay.