The Jasad Crown

The stubborn angle of his chin reminded Arin of the day he’d found Jeru, head lowered in preparation for the executioner’s sword. Arin’s orders would see him enter his former home on royal horseback, a sword in hand, fighting against the people he’d almost died to protect. “It is not certain yet,” Arin added. Arin’s unwavering commitment to logic and truth versus his loathing for magic. As Supreme, he had propelled his kingdom toward a future their founder would be proud of—a future better than the one his father had intended.