An Epic Fantasy Novel
In the empire of Tambellon, where loyalty is measured in footsteps toward the throne, a hostage must become something far more dangerous.
Lady Arden Sunai Rei arrives in Tambellon not as a guest, but as a living seal — a Pledged Guest of the Emperor Eternal, her presence a chain binding her House to the throne. She would be watched. Always. Every flicker of her lashes, every shift of her weight, every breath too quick or too slow, scrutinised, dissected, weaponised.
Tambellon's walls filled Arden's vision now, their approach heralding the end of her freedom. She pressed her forehead against the gold-threaded gauze of the palanquin's window, the fabric cool and stiff beneath her skin as the city loomed — both a destination and a cage. Tomorrow, she would kneel before the Emperor Eternal, and her Year of Attendance would begin. A hostage. A Pledged Guest. A living seal of House Rei's loyalty, bound by invisible chains.
The Lotharion Empire endures. For over three hundred years, the Emperor Eternal has held dominion over a vast civilization from his palace above the city of Tambellon.
The system is elegant in its cruelty: noble houses send their children as Pledged Guests to the Imperial Court — hostages by another name, bound by invisible chains until they earn their Writ of Departure.
Arden Rei is one such hostage. But the Emperor grows increasingly absent. The court grows volatile. And somewhere beyond the city, beneath the empire, a wound festers.
The jewel of the Empire — a city of golden stone, soaring walls, and fifty thousand souls living in the shadow of a palace that has never known a quiet night. Beautiful, magnificent, and utterly controlled.
The Emperor’s most elegant cage. Every noble house must send its heirs to court, its soldiers to foreign garrisons, and its treasury to the road. Dressed as sacred duty, it is surveillance made into ceremony.
The Emperor’s eyes, ears, and hidden hands. They could be the merchant at your door, the monk at prayer, or the servant pouring your wine. The wisest people in the Empire assume they are always being watched. They usually are.
Home to every historical chronicle, every technical manual, and official record that had survived fire, flood, war, and dynastic collapse. The most dangerous room in Tambellon is not the throne room — it’s where the truth is kept locked away.
The Emperor’s emblem — a primrose — gleams on every soldier’s chest, adorns every official seal. Where allegiances are performed, hierarchies enforced, and the game of empire never sleeps.
350 years before the present day, something happened at the Fallstar that changed the shape of the world. The Emperor was there. The wound began there.
Over three centuries old and still hungry. The God Emperor’s immortal reign has brought prosperity, unity — and a secret that could unmake the world. Something ancient looks out through his eyes.
Married to a god and treated like a decoration. The most dangerous person in the palace has never once raised a sword — and nobody in power has thought to worry about that. Yet.
Born into privilege, forged by necessity. A young noblewoman who discovers that survival requires setting aside everything she was raised to be — and becoming something her enemies won’t see coming.
A warrior trained for wars that no longer exist, bound by an honour code that the world is busy forgetting. His greatest battles may have nothing to do with swords.
She has spent years being invisible — the perfect spy, the perfect servant, the perfect secret. But the weight of what she knows, and what she has done, is becoming impossible to carry alone.
Her people have survived the Empire’s hunger for centuries by being smarter, quieter, and deadlier than anyone gave them credit for. Ashka is all three — and she fights for a world that has never once fought for her.