Emperor Of Firon

<p>In the cold-blooded Empire of Firon power is not passed down. It is seized. Behind its gilded walls queens smile with poison on their lips noble houses forge alliances like blades and ministers whisper rebellion into velvet-draped shadows. The Emperor grows older. The succession grows bloodier. And across the realm commoners pray for peace while their homes burn beneath banners they no longer recognise.<br>Long ago when the world was whole magic pulsed through the land and peace reigned under the guidance of the Vael'Isari. But the prophesied child of light was stolen her power fractured and scattered across the eight empires. Now kingdoms teeter on the edge of ruin each clutching at broken pieces of her legacy while the ancient Watchers whisper of fire judgement and rebirth.</p><p>In the frost-bitten peaks of Seath a massacre wipes out a village that had remained untouched for generations. From its ashes a girl is taken a frost-born child who cannot lie and will not break dragged into the heart of Firon's palace where beauty is currency and obedience a cage. She is not alone in her suffering.</p><p>Inara the emperor's favoured queen hides a storm behind her silks her unborn child caught in a prophecy that could shift the empire's future. Across Firon generals sharpen their swords royal heirs plot each other's deaths behind gilded smiles and the noble houses wait in silence remembering everything forgiving nothing.<br>As forgotten bloodlines awaken old curses unravel and monsters both mortal and divine rise once more. The Fourth Queen walks the thin line between loyalty and treason. Empires fracture. Wars bloom like fire across their borders. And legends begin to stir.<br>This is not a war for thrones. It is a reckoning.<br>And no one is ready.<br><br><em>This is the story of an empire on the brink. Of power sacrifice and the many who will burn to remake the world-or survive it.</em></p>