icewindel

Prince Kaspyar had never thought about death before. He’d had no reason to. He had everything a young man his age would want. He lay asleep in his bed of silken sheets, lost in a dream of the events that would transpire the next day. His coronation was early in the morning, and in the afternoon he was to be wedded to his love, Jeniva.
Unfortunately, he will never see his beloved Jeniva again, nor will the ancestral crown of his family rest upon his head. Geltarc thought as he crept ...