"He fled the crown. She bore his shame. One rose to rule. The other to save." When Crown Prince Azeal is betrayed by his brother and imprisoned under false charges, his world shatters. His mother takes his fall and faces execution in front of a bloodthirsty crowd. But in secret, the king's love delays her death-with devastating consequences. Far from his homeland, Azeal finds himself in a dying kingdom where survival is prayer and love is risk. There, he meets Lyra, a fierce woman hardened by grief, and together they ignite a passion that might heal more than just their wounds. Back in Derathal, the throne is seized by ambition. Zazeal, with the help of his ruthless mother, manipulates the court, seduces power, and poisons peace. Yet, even as he conquers kingdoms, he cannot conquer his gentle wife, Seraya, who threatens to undo him with her quiet strength. Torn by politics, love, betrayal, and a hidden son born of shadows, Thorns of the Crown is a sweeping saga of fractured legacies, burning romance, and the brutal cost of ambition.
The bells of Westonia tolled, their somber clanging echoing through the fog-clad citadel.
A deep sorrow gripped the kingdom, a grief felt in the very bones of the stone walls that had once witnessed grand celebrations, now cast into silence. The skies above hung heavy, pregnant with thunder, as though the heavens themselves mourned the kingdom's descent into turmoil. The crimson banner of House Thorian, the royal family of Westonia, hung limp against the palace tower-its twin lions emblazoned across the fabric, now mere shadows of their former glory.
Inside the cold, damp dungeons beneath the palace, Crown Prince Azeal paced restlessly in the dim torchlight. His cell, small and suffocating, reeked of mildew and rot, the damp stone walls dripping with sweat as if the very earth itself was trying to swallow him whole. His breath came in shallow gasps, every inch of his being a reflection of the anguish that gnawed at his soul. His once-pristine royal attire was in tatters, his face bruised and battered from the weeks of brutal interrogations. The chains that bound his wrists felt like they had fused with his skin, a constant reminder of his captivity.
Azeal's mind, once sharp and clear, now swirled with confusion and fury. His father, King Thorian, a noble man in his prime, had declared him a traitor. The accusation had come swift, and the punishment was no less merciful. He had been framed by his younger brother, Zazeal, who had set him up as the orchestrator of an assassination attempt on their father. But Azeal knew the truth-Zazeal was the one who had plotted it, weaving lies and planting evidence to make it appear as if Azeal had betrayed the throne.
Azeal's mind raced back to that fateful night-the bloodied dagger, the false evidence, and the mercenaries who had bound him in chains. He had begged for justice, pleaded for his innocence, but no one had listened. The king had been blinded by his younger son's influence. Zazeal, cunning and ambitious, had wormed his way into the king's favor, whispering poisonous words into his ear, painting Azeal as a threat to the throne.
Zazeal, the second son, had always been the more favored one. His golden charm, his silver tongue, had won him the affection of their father and the loyalty of the court. But beneath that facade of princely grace, Zazeal harbored a hunger-a thirst for power that could never be sated. Azeal had always been the soldier, the protector, the one willing to fight for his kingdom. Zazeal, on the other hand, had mastered the art of manipulation, playing the court like a game of chess, always three steps ahead. And now, the fruits of his schemes had ripened. Azeal was locked in this dungeon, condemned to a fate he did not deserve, while Zazeal stood poised to claim the throne.
Azeal clenched his fists, the chains rattling. He had been a pawn in his brother's game for too long, but he would not allow himself to remain a prisoner forever. He had to escape. He had to survive. Not for his own sake, but for the kingdom-for Westonia. The crown might have been stolen by Zazeal, but Azeal still had hope that one day he would reclaim it.
A sound at the door broke Azeal from his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat. A shadow moved beneath the door, followed by the creak of the heavy wooden lock.
"Who's there?" Azeal demanded, his voice rough and raw from weeks of disuse.
A figure cloaked in a dark hood stepped into the cell. Azeal squinted through the dim light, recognizing the woman before he could even see her face. It was his mother-Queen Alendra. The woman who had raised him, who had fought for him, who had always been there when no one else had.
She was supposed to be dead. Everyone believed her execution had been carried out just days ago. The news of her death had spread like wildfire throughout Westonia, the kingdom mourning the loss of its beloved queen. But here she was, standing before him, defying the very decree that had condemned her.
"Mother," Azeal whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. "How... how are you here?"
She moved swiftly to his side, her hands shaking as they unlatched the chains that bound his wrists. "There is no time to explain," she whispered urgently. "The kingdom is poisoned. Thorian's mind is already lost. And Laurie... she is behind it all."
Azeal's heart sank at her words. Laurie, the second queen, the woman who had once been a celebrated beauty, was the architect of this treachery. But he had not realized the extent of her machinations. It had been Laurie who had whispered lies to the king, who had slowly poisoned him over time. And it had been Laurie who had turned their father against him.
Azeal looked into his mother's eyes, searching for answers. "You said the kingdom is poisoned... but how? What happened to Father? Where is he now?"
"Thorian is fading, my son," Alendra said, her voice heavy with sorrow. "His mind is slowly slipping into madness. Laurie has been poisoning him for years. She has controlled him, manipulated him from the shadows. And now... now she has fully turned him against you. Zazeal is her puppet, just as she is his."
Azeal's thoughts raced. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, but they still didn't make sense. "But why... why didn't anyone stop this? Why didn't you stop her?"
"I tried," Alendra said, her voice breaking. "I tried everything. But Laurie's poison is in the court, in the very fabric of this kingdom. Your father is weak, and I... I am powerless to stop it."
Azeal's heart swelled with anger and betrayal. His father-once a strong, noble man-had been reduced to a puppet in the hands of a woman who cared only for power. And his brother, Zazeal, had played his part in this treachery.
"You must leave," Alendra said, her voice shaking as she pressed a dagger into Azeal's hand. "You must survive, Azeal. You must escape and rebuild. I believe in you."
Azeal looked at the dagger, the cold steel reflecting the dim light of the dungeon. He had no choice now. His fate was sealed. He had to escape-not just for himself, but for the future of Westonia.
"I will return," Azeal whispered, his voice filled with determination. "One day, I will return and reclaim what is mine." With one last kiss to his mother's trembling hand, Azeal fled through the hidden passageways beneath the palace, leaving behind the only life he had known.
As dawn broke over the kingdom, the people gathered in the town square, where a grand scaffold had been erected. The noose was ready. And Queen Alendra was to be executed.
But Azeal was already gone, hidden from the world, lost to the winds of fate.
Chapter 1 The Crimson Shroud of Westonia
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Chapter 2 The Serpent's Whisper
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Chapter 3 Ashes Beneath the Throne
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