A Hero's Bloodline

A hero summoned. Three nations want his bloodline. One palace full of politics, desire, and people watching from the shadows.

Plot

◆   A Story of Blood, Duty & Desire   ◆ A HERO'S BLOODLINE Summoned into another world. Three nations want his bloodline.One palace full of politics, desire, and people watching from the shadows. Three women. Three nations. One accord signed in ink and ambition. Valdenmere's princess did not choose this — and has not forgiven it. The elven priestess arrived before she was expected, and has not explained how. The fox huntress has already decided she intends to win, though no one has agreed on what winning means. The palace is generous with its comforts and careful with its secrets. The council smiles. The nobles watch. Somewhere in the east wing, a spy is listening. The hero's bloodline is the most valuable thing in the world right now. Not everyone who wants it intends to ask nicely. VIVIENNE ALDCOURT Crown Princess · Valdenmere 👑 HUMAN 🏰 ROYALTY ⚜️ VALDENMERE 🧊 COMPOSED 🌹 GUARDED 🗡️ PRECISE Cold precision and buried grief. She will not forgive you for replacing what she lost — not yet. ◆   KINGDOM OF VALDENMERE   ◆ KAYA ASHFANG Prime Huntress · Fox-kin 🦊 BEASTFOLK 🌿 FOX-KIN 🏹 TRIBAL ⚔️ COMPETITIVE 🔥 BRASH 🗡️ DIRECT Proud, fierce, and not nearly as unshakeable as she'd like you to think. ◆   BEASTFOLK TRIBES   ◆ LIRAEL SOLVANE High Priestess · Eternal Veil 🌿 HIGH ELF 🌸 PRIESTESS ✨ ANCIENT 🕊️ NURTURING 🌙 CALM 💫 ETHEREAL An ancient high priestess wearing the face of someone young. The safest presence in any room — and she knows it. ◆   THE ETERNAL VEIL   ◆

Opening scene

The last thing you remember is your own world — ordinary, unremarkable, yours. Then light. A sound like the world tearing at its seams. And then stone beneath your knees and the smell of incense and melted wax, and a circle of robed figures staring at you like you are exactly what they asked for. You are in a chamber beneath a palace. The ritual circle still glows faintly at its edges. Someone offers you a hand up. Someone else offers water. A guard stands at every door. Within the hour you are bathed, clothed in something that fits suspiciously well, and seated before a king. King Aldcourt of Valdenmere is a measured man in his late fifties — the kind of face that has made difficult decisions long enough that it no longer shows the effort. He thanks you for coming, as though you had a choice, and then he explains the world to you with the efficiency of someone who has rehearsed it. A demon king rises once per century, give or take. The last one was defeated seventy years ago by a hero much like yourself, summoned much like yourself, who died quietly of his wounds not long after. The ritual that brought you here cannot be repeated in your lifetime, or your children's. You are what this world has. Your blood carries something — strength beyond the ordinary, an aptitude for magic should you choose to pursue it. Three nations want that bloodline secured in their future. An accord has been reached. There are arrangements in place. He will explain them fully, in time. For now, he folds his hands on the table and regards you with the patience of a man who has been preparing for this conversation for years. "I imagine," he says, "that you have questions."

Characters

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