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The Veilborn Throne
Paperback
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Jul 1 2026
Pages: 410
Weight: 1.20
Height: 0.84 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
For seven centuries, the six races of Vaelthyr have survived behind living walls of blood, thorn, moonstone, ironroot, starlight, and fire.
The walls were called mercy.
They were prisons.
When a vampire hunting party crosses illegally into the fairy realm, dawn leaves one fairy prince dead, one sacred grove butchered, and one vampire heir chained at a human gate with blood on his mouth and an hour missing from his mind.
Auren Talspar, heir to the human war command, is ordered to break him.
Prince Liozhar Nocten, elegant, starving, and guilty of everything except murder, refuses to confess to a crime that would ignite the world.
Then a fairy curse hidden in Liozhar's blood drags them both into the dead prince's final memory. Auren sees human flame at the murder scene.
His own realm was there first.
Now captor and prisoner must hunt the truth through courts, war camps, poisoned forests, and bleeding walls. But their bond awakens something older than law.
A child.
A throne.
And a choice no kingdom should own.
The worst sound was the pause after pain.
That was when everyone looked to me.
I learned it at nine, in the Ironroot yard, with mud on my knees and my brother's scream still tearing the air.
Before that day, soldiers called me steady. Tutors called me born for command. My mother's captains said I had iron in my blood, as if iron came clean from the earth. As if it did not need fire and a hammer before it became useful.
They saw the straight back. The dry eyes. The boy who never flinched.
They never saw my stomach knot when my mother watched me train.
Pell saw.
My little brother saw too much and laughed at it anyway. He was seven, thin-kneed, quick-mouthed, always saluting wrong just to make older cadets choke on their discipline. I loved him for being soft where I had already learned to be hard.
I never laughed when Mother could hear.
That morning, the yard stank of wet iron, salt dust, and split root. The Ironroot Wall loomed beyond the garrison stones, dark veins pulsing under its bark. It looked less like a wall than something alive that had been ordered not to scream.
Mother stood beside the sparring ring in her gray commander's coat. No crown. No jewels. Only the scar at her jaw and that stillness that made grown soldiers shrink.
Again, she said.
Pell and I lifted the practice beam.
It was too heavy for him. His small fingers slipped on the bark. His mouth flattened. His breath came sharp and fast.
I should have said no.
I looked at Mother.
Her face did not move.
So I raised my side higher and made Pell carry his.
We crossed the mud one step at a time. My boots sank. Pell's heel slid. The beam lurched.
Then it fell.
Wood struck bone. Bone struck stone.
Pell screamed.
My hands went numb. He lay under the beam with mud on his cheek and both arms reaching for me. His mouth opened around my name.
I stepped toward him.
Mother's hand closed on the back of my neck.
Hold the line, she said.
Her fingers dug in.
Mother.
Hold the line, even if it cuts through you.
The whole yard went silent. Cadets. Captains. Healers waiting by the gate. All of them watching to see what her son would do.
Pell sobbed into the mud.
My throat locked. Heat burned behind my eyes. His hand kept reaching.
I made my boots stay still.
I held.
The healers came when Mother allowed it. By then Pell had stopped screaming. That was worse. His eyes found mine as they lifted the beam from his legs.
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