Behind her, a second figure emerged from the hallway shadows. Lyra, the sorceress. Her hands crackled with unspent magic, and her beautiful face was a mask of fury and heartbreak.
“Your Majesty? The council awaits. And…” A pause. A tremor he had never heard in this timeline before. “I remember the fire.”
A knock on the door. Soft. Familiar.
He looked at the two women who had been his wives, his enemies, his victims, his saviors across fourteen broken worlds. He could hear more footsteps in the corridor. The assassin. The priestess. The merchant queen. The childhood friend. All of them remembering. All of them coming.
You have failed every path, Kaelen of no house. The voice was cold, amused. The kind emperor. The cruel tyrant. The absent scholar. The jealous lover. The sacrifice. The conqueror. Each fantasy, failed. fourteenth fantasy : harem reborn
We cannot. The story demands an ending. But this time... we offer a choice you have never been given.
And the fourteenth fantasy began. To be continued in: “Harem Reborn – Volume 1: The Reckoning” Behind her, a second figure emerged from the hallway shadows
“Which one?” he whispered.