Kai watched from his tower as preparations were made for his coronation.
The capital city, Nezara, that surrounded the palace was teeming with people. There had been a few public protests that he had seen this past few days, but it was swiftly broken up by the military. And the event seemed to be proceeding with an almost eerie calm, a surreal air heightened by the fact that an army was on its way to the capital.
Kai laid his aching head upon the glass of the window. Nikolaus was their only hope, as he always had been.
Kai was nothing but a mere pawn. He’d been manipulated. Political intrigue was something he knew only from the books he had read, and the reality of it left him bewildered and lost.
The door flew open behind him, but he did not turn, only tensed as he heard all too fami
