aureliobooks: WIP INTRO - Sevensworn | OLD TAG | NEW TAG | WIP PAGE | CAST GENRE: New Adult High Fan
aureliobooks: WIP INTRO - Sevensworn | OLD TAG | NEW TAG | WIP PAGE | CAST GENRE: New Adult High Fantasy SETTING: Adacia, largest island in the Sevensworn Archipelago. POV: Third Person Limited EXTRA INFO: Formerly known as King’s Soliloquy. SYNOPSIS: Ronan Aldrea has been told he was going to die since the day he was born. It was no secret - the prophecy was carved in stone, spoken by gods, known among his people. He was doomed, and he was destined to be killed on his twenty-first birthday. As the sole heir to the throne of Adacia, the conclusion of his life could plunge his kingdom into a chaos that he wouldn’t be around to fix. A Kingsguard was created when he was twelve - it was called the Circle, and it brought together four of the Sealands’ most promising fighters. They were knighted and trained by the very best, hoping that when the time came, they would be able to protect the prince, keep him alive past the date of his predicted execution, and see him to his rightful throne - but the gods had other plans. A siege was launched by another island, Adacia fell, and after a certain point, Ronan no longer had a throne to inherit. The Circle was forced into hiding with him, brought down from their pedestals of legend so that they, too, were aching and marred. He had no throne, he had no crown, he had no keep with walls to guard him; but he had four disgraced knights and a stubborn idea that he could ignore the gods until one day he stood before them himself and faced the consequences of his defiance. His people needed liberation, and Ronan was willing to do whatever it took to bring it to them - even if the very act of doing so would be against fate in the eye of the gods. EXCERPT: Ronan tilted his face toward the sky, the wind tugged at his clothes, the rain bit at his cheeks. His fingers went up to the red eye on his throat, the Mark of Aevar, the brand of a god long dead or missing. It condemned him. It alone. He glanced over to where Acaeus had wandered, to where he crouched on one knee before the shrine. His lips moved quickly, and despite his seemingly frantic speech, his words obscured by the storm. Ronan approached his knight unnoticed, his bare feet numb as they touched the stone. Keep reading -- source link