The Adamantine Palace lies at the centre of an empire that grew out of ashes. Once dragons ruled the world and man was little more than prey. Then a way of subduing the dragons alchemicly was discovered and now the dragons are bred to be little more than mounts for knights and highly valued tokens in the diplomatic power-players that underpin the rule of the competing aristocratic houses.
The Empire has grown fat.
A man prepared to poison the king just as he has poisoned his own father.
A man prepared to murder his lover and bed her daughter.
A man fit to be king?
Woo Hoo and congratulations!!!!