Book 5: The Ring of Truth

Amval

“She will never be ready to marry my brother!” I shout as I storm into the packed temple, a sword lifted high above my head and a trail of allies collected from every corner of the palace behind me.

Gasps ripple through the crowd, buoying my name forward. Ingrid turns, her jaw falling slack. The last rays of sunset bathe her in gold…but Goddess above, Kaloni dressed her like a fucking pumpkin.

“Imposter!” Kaloni replies. “A lookalike. We stumbled across him while in exile, and I told Mother and Father he would be trouble someday.”

“I am Prince Amval Temir Akintan Som, heir to the crown my sister wears.” I storm toward her. “Victim of an attempted assassination at her hand, and her prisoner until an hour ago.”

Something dark and sour in Ingrid’s eyes dies, replaced by a glow eve