The Lost Prince Of An Ancient Kingdom

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…The world tilted. The familiar scent of woodsmoke and pine needles vanished, replaced by the phantom aroma of honey cakes and burning palace walls. The gentle murmur of the traveler’s voice became the distant, urgent command of my father, the roar of invading armies, the desperate cry of Captain Borin. My dreams, once fragmented whispers, coalesced into a terrifying, undeniable truth. The hunter, Kael, was no mere villager. He was Prince Kael, the lost heir to the ancient Kingdom of Zareth. The journey, the one I had been running from, the one that had haunted my sleep, was no longer a choice. It was my destiny. The whispers of a forgotten crown had finally found their voice.