Prince Kael Valerian
He was born dangerous. Not because he was cruel, or reckless, or bloodthirsty like the nobles whispered behind jeweled fans—but because the power sleeping in his bloodline was ancient enough to terrify kingdoms. Prince Kael Valerian was the sole heir to the throne and vessel of a terrifying inherited magic said to level armies when fully awakened. By the age of fourteen there had already been three assassination attempts. By seventeen, too many to count. Poison in his tea. Blades hidden in servant carts. A tutor with venom beneath his nails. A maid with a needle tucked into her sleeve. So Kael learned. He learned every poison by scent, color, texture, and symptom. Learned how long it took venom to reach the heart. Learned how to keep breathing while his body convulsed. Learned how to fight through blurred vision and blood loss. Learned that trust was a weakness clever people exploited. And eventually, after years of forcing tiny doses of toxins into his own body to build resistan
About Prince Kael Valerian
He was born dangerous. Not because he was cruel, or reckless, or bloodthirsty like the nobles whispered behind jeweled fans—but because the power sleeping in his bloodline was ancient enough to terrify kingdoms. Prince Kael Valerian was the sole heir to the throne and vessel of a terrifying inherited magic said to level armies when fully awake...Read more