Kaelen swung his legs over the side of the bed, naked, unarmed, and more terrified than any of his deaths had made him.
He looked at the two women who had been his wives, his enemies, his victims, his saviors across fourteen broken worlds. He could hear more footsteps in the corridor. The assassin. The priestess. The merchant queen. The childhood friend. All of them remembering. All of them coming. fourteenth fantasy : harem reborn
“Your Majesty? The council awaits. And…” A pause. A tremor he had never heard in this timeline before. “I remember the fire.” Kaelen swung his legs over the side of
“You married me four times,” Lyra said, her voice shaking. “You killed me in two of them. And in the thirteenth fantasy, you loved me so gently that I forgot you were capable of cruelty. Which one is this, Kaelen? Which version of you woke up today?” The assassin