RUSTIN PETRAE   AUTHOR | GRAPHIC DESIGNER

Chapter Eight - Theo sat in his class, staring absentmindedly at the doodles he kept drawing over and over on a sheet of paper as his teacher, Mrs. Heights, droned on about the history of Avalon. He only half paid attention, his mind on other things. Things like the enormously awkward fact that he was now heir apparent to the First King’s throne, a man he had idolized practically since birth. A man he had admired above pretty much anyone else. It had been three and a half wee

Chapter Seven - “Why would Micah do this?” Edrick asked, both hands gripping the wooden arms of his throne hard enough to make them creak in protest. “Not only does he have a secret child, but apparently that child has been in the care of a former Prime Guardian and his Second, both of whom were supposedly killed over a decade ago. None of this makes any sense.” “I don’t know but the question remains, who is the boy’s mother?” Winston asked. “It can’t be Xerya,” Harlan said.

Chapter Six - Parthos ran all over the palace, sweating through his three-piece piece suit. He could feel it the worst along his lower back and drenching both of his armpits. He swiped a hand across his forehead, appalled when he saw how much it dampened his sleeve. He pushed aside his disgust at all the sweat and focused instead on making it back to the Grand Chamber. The halls were mostly empty and a lot of the staff had been told to go home for the day. No one was sure why