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A DESPERATE HOPE

A CRUMBLING KINGDOM

Dressa married the love of her life, but she’s never felt more alone.

Rhys’s whole life changed in a moment of distress, and now, for humanity’s sake, they must see it through.

Eti has hated one family his whole life, and now he finds himself in the center of his nightmares.

And Imorie, faced with the unraveling of the kingdom they were born to rule, has a choice: take the path laid out for them…or take their birthright for themself.

The signs are everywhere—a crisis is coming, something humanity has never faced before.

Something the Kidaa are desperate to warn them about.

How far will the Truthspoken go to save their kingdom?

NOTE: I was halfway through writing The Second Ruler when I realized it was going to be around 1000 pages or more. That's a lot of story! So to get you the story sooner, I’m breaking this story arc into three books: The Second Ruler: Part One, The Second Ruler: Part Two, and The Second Ruler: Part Three. Each book is novel-length on its own, but is a part of the greater story arc.

"I walked by a couple the other day who just kept looking at each other and smiling. They looked so happy! All this stuff can be going on in the worlds and the kingdom, but those people were so happy. And that made me happy, too."

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Lesander had been publicly married to her wife for just over twenty-six hours—half a day, a night, and another half a day—and she’d barely seen Dressa more than moments in between. She’d fallen asleep waiting for Dressa to come to bed, and woke when Dressa was crashed and sleeping beside her. Stealing all the blankets, of course. 

And then she’d fallen asleep again, and when she woke again, Dressa was gone.

Lesander wasn’t usually that heavy of a sleeper. But she knew the anxious, tight feeling inside of her. It was the feeling of being on the same planet as her mother. 

In the same city.

In the same palace, in the same fucking residence.

Yroikan had claimed the first apartment in the residence corridor, Lesander’s own apartment she’d mostly abandoned. And no one had stopped her. Dressa hadn’t. Lesander hadn’t. Commander Jalava and the Truthspeaker hadn’t. She’d just moved her things in and taken the apartment over, as if it was her right.

Which left Lesander solely in the ruler’s apartment, this spacious suite with its dark and rich decor that was nothing at all like Dressa’s style and spoke so much more of Homaj Rhialden, always contrasting and highlighting his habitual pastels. 

Everything still smelled like him, Lesander spooked every time she sat on anything. 

At least their bedroom had a new bed. And at least the bedroom had been renovated. Adeius, that, at least.

There was that singular memory of this apartment that she couldn’t shake—when she’d embraced the man she’d thought was Homaj Rhialden and rammed a retractable blade into his stomach, absolutely aiming to kill. With all her training, knowing exactly how.

She’d said she was sorry then. 

She’d said she was sorry later.

And now she was living in his home, and he had been kicked out.

Because of her. 

Because of her mother.

But really…really, it had been her, hadn’t it?

Lesander was sitting with her knees drawn up on the gray overstuffed couch in the sitting room when she heard the study door open. She couldn’t see it, it was back a hallway that led to the study and the bedrooms, but she tensed and recognized Dressa’s straightforward gait.

And her tension increased.

And she didn’t like that at all.

Lesander forced herself up off the couch, though she didn’t let go of the faux leather pillow she’d been hugging, she took that with her, and didn’t at that moment care what anyone thought about that. She passed two of the serving staff and a contractor with two guards who were measuring a dining room wall.

Let them think she’d been pining all day for her wife—which was true.

It was true.

“Dressa,” she said, catching her wife just entering the prep room.

Dressa turned the knob and tried to open it, but when it wouldn’t let her in, she glared down at it.

“Damn stupid security measures.” Dressa leaned forward and whispered a code to the door. Growled, more like.

The door finally opened.