THE STARLESS HEIR”

Eric

I woke with a heavy head and heavier heart. The sun had barely risen over the towers, a bleak haze clinging to the windows like frost. I ran my fingers through my hair, willing the fog in my mind to clear. Servants moved quietly through my chamber, lighting incense to drive away last night’s stale perfume and my spilled whiskey.

“Beta Elijah is back,” my personal servant whispered during breakfast, a smirk on his ...