“Then stop rebirthing me.”
And the fourteenth fantasy began. To be continued in: “Harem Reborn – Volume 1: The Reckoning” fourteenth fantasy : harem reborn
“The fire,” she said, stepping inside, hand on her sword. “The poison. The night you called me a monster. And the night you died in my arms—the first time you died in my arms. There were three others after that. I remember all of them.” “Then stop rebirthing me
A new window appeared, rimmed in gold and black: All previous routes will converge. Every woman you have wronged, loved, betrayed, or saved will remember. Not fragments. Everything. The timeline will shatter and reweave. You will wake on the day of your coronation, age seventeen, with fourteen lives of memory burning in your skull—and fourteen women who remember you just as clearly. [ACCEPT] [ACCEPT (NO OTHER CHOICE)] Kaelen laughed, a broken, honest sound. “Fine. Let them remember.” The night you called me a monster
From the corridor, a third voice—sweet, terrible, the voice of the assassin who had killed him in timeline seven—called out:
Kaelen’s fourteenth death was not his hardest. It was, by far, the stupidest.
A loose cobblestone, a startled horse, and the sharp edge of a noble’s carriage step. After surviving a thousand assassination attempts, a dozen palace coups, and the slow, sweet poison of his first wife, he died in a gutter outside a tavern called The Laughing Maiden. His own harem—the current, fractious, warring version—would not even mourn. They would be too busy fighting over his empty throne.
