In Egalion’s Imperial court, there is splendor and luxury, but it’s also a realm of treachery. Cloak-and-dagger political maneuvering threatens to destroy the peace of two thousand years.
Battlemage Jex Xander has a mouth that gets him into trouble; while in contrast, Enari Namelum speaks not at all. Amidst the mounting chaos, passion and romance should be the last thing on their minds, but life and the Goddess seem to have other ideas.
They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but at court you can’t tell one from the other…and they change at the flip of a coin.
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“Damn the court!” Brinon grumbled, his round face screwing up in disdain. “Between you and me, I never much cared for the opinions of those jumped-up, self-important, attention-whoring magpies. Well,” he amended, “the Hendai aren’t so bad, but all the rest of them do is strut around and squawk, filling up my days with their nonsense and pecking each other to death over any treasury coin I’m not sitting on. Let Aelani charm them if she wishes. I haven’t the time for it anymore.”