Prologue

  Many years ago, the kingdom called Vynsera on the southern border was gifted with a unique natural ore, which made it the wealthiest of all kingdoms.

  

   

  

  It made other kings from the north, west, and east envious of this graceful land.

  

   

  

  But King Edgar, being the powerful king, protected the kingdom from every harm, and no king was able to breach the walls of Vynsera.

  

   

  

  Faced with the envy of other kingdoms and the relentless passage of time due to his human nature, Edgar made a choice. He would create a king stronger than himself.

  

   

  

   King Edgar made his sons stronger by sourcing power from a five-hundred-year-old ancient werewolf beast who had different abilities in his venom.

  

   

  

  He would inject his venom into their bloodstream in exchange for death, as he had desired to break free from his immortality and embrace death.

  

   

  

  The moment the ancient being transferred his immortality, he became mortal, and, as promised by King Edgar, he killed him with his sword.

  

   

  

  But the venom only manifested in Rhydian; the rest of his three sons remained the same, unaffected by the blood of the ancient werewolf venom.

  

   

  

  And this proved to King Edgar that Rhydian was the strongest of his sons, and with the blood’s call, he would be the perfect king that would protect the kingdom from harm once he could no longer rule.

  

   

  

  It happened so fast. Just as King Edgar was about to die, Aidan unleashed a devastating attack.

  

   

  

  With no hesitation, no mercy, he orchestrated a massacre eliminating every brother who stood in his way. 

  

   

  

  Rhydian didn’t see his brother’s attack coming, he was poisoned and stabbed by him.

  

   

  

  Aidan stood over him, watching with a satisfied smirk as the flames devoured his body. 

  

   

  

  And Rhydian’s beloved wife, Reign?  Aidan wanted her, but she refused to yield.

  

  So he tortured her. 

  

  He expected her to beg, and plead. But even on the brink of death, she spat in his face. Aidan mercilessly stabbed her straight through the heart.

  

   

  

  And threw her body into the wild to be torn apart by wolves.

  

   

  

  Everyone mourned their deaths, and the people were left no choice but to accept their new king after much brainwashing done to them by King Aidan. 

  

   

  

  Sixty days later, Rhydian and Reign were nothing but whispers of the past.

  

   

  

  But fate was far from finished with them. The Return of the Dead.

  

   

  

  Rhydian should have perished in the fire. But the venom in his blood became him, and he rose from the ashes. 

  

   

  

  His wounds sealed. His strength is reborn. But he was no longer the man he once was.

  

   

  

  The flames had changed him. Made him something more.

  

   

  

  And Princess Reign?

  

   

  

  She should have rotted in the wood. But a powerful mage found her barely breathing, her face unrecognizable.

  

   

  

  With magic stronger than time itself, he rebuilt her. He gave her a new face and a new name.

  

   

  

  But her memory was lost and renamed Violet.

  

   

  

  Aidan, blissfully unaware, stumbled upon her in the marketplace one fateful day. And just like that, he fell in love with Violet beauty.

  

  He became enamored with the beauty of the woman he had once destroyed.

  

   

  

  And decided to make her his queen. But Rhydian is coming. He is determined to take back his throne.

  

  He is desperate to destroy Aidan's kingdom and reclaim everything that once was his.

  

  Except his wife, he could recognize. Violet.

  

   

  

  Rhydian had no idea of her identity as his beloved wife. 

  

   

  The battle for her heart has only just begun, and the enemies are still waiting for the perfect time to breach the walls of Vynsera.