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Riven Kai was sure.
Sure about the king.
Sure about the corruption.
Sure of what he needed to do.
But unsure of what followed.
The kingdom of Greywater had long since suffered under corruption, groveling at the feet of a king who left his lower sectors to rot. Those who served it were neglectful and complacent to its cruelty, blinded by unrequited loyalty, such as Commander Marcus Holt. He believed in order, structure, and most of all, he believed in Riven Kai, the boy he had raised from the slums of Greywater, a street rat, and the finest knight in the kingdom. He believed, for a while, he had saved him, done good in a world full of wrongs. But had he?
Five years ago, greywater burned from the inside out, a rebel-staged coup that would shatter the capital in one blood-soaked night. By dawn, the king was dead, and the castle ablaze. An operation made possible only by the hands of a member of the crown, blood-stained hands, the hands of Riven Kai.
Five years, and the throne remains empty, heirs lost to the muddied streets of the city. Five years and Marcus is a commander feared more than admired, five years, and Riven is little more than a wanted poster or a whisper among rebels.
Forced together against a rising threat that neither side can control, Marcus and Riven are dragged through the wreckage of what once was.
Exitus acta Probat
"The outcome justifies the deed."