Title: BLOOD AND HONOR
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 95,000
As heir to the Shadow Realms, sixteen-year-old Bramlyn Shadowborne should excel at lies and have a talent for evil; graced with the pathetic Gift of Healing, Bram is forced to concede her throne to her twin who wields far darker powers and isn't picky about when to use them. She flees to the only place that will give her sanctuary, the most powerful out of the nine Kingdoms of Light. The King grants her clemency on three conditions. Bram must hone her Gift for his use, renounce all ties to her people, and sit on his Council as adviser on the Shadow Realms. Seeing as how death is her only other option, Bram is forced to agree
Bram is just settling into life in a foreign court when urgent messages from home arrive. Her people beg her to overthrow her twin who has gone mad with power and launched a bloody massacre against his people. Bram refuses, fearing for her life in the Kingdom of Light. When her people start a rebellion in her name, she must choose between aiding the rebels or protecting the kingdom that gave her sanctuary. If she chooses to help her country, the Kingdoms of Light will declare war. If she chooses to remain in the Kingdom of Light, it means her twin’s plan for domination will succeed.
A whimper echoed down the windowless corridor and Bramlyn Shadowborne felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She hated this section of the palace and if creepy wails were going to start plaguing this part of the hall, she definitely wasn't coming back. Her father looked cross-eyed and fat in all the tapestries lining the hall. It was a fairly accurate representation. Bram was just surprised her father hadn't beheaded the Royal Weaver yet.
She heard a sniff and followed the sound to a pair of feet poking out from behind a tapestry. She yanked the material aside to find a boy no older than four. She knelt to the ground, careful not to get too close to him. Normal children did not hide behind tapestries in abandoned corridors.
"What's wrong little one?" She asked. The boy spit in her face.
She almost spit back . She settled for biting her cheek instead. It was her own stupid fault. She really should've seen it coming. If she heard the speech once, she'd heard it a thousand times.
'You are sixteen, Bramlyn. It's time to stop acting like a child and become the Darklen you were born to be. That means no crying, no laughing, and absolutely no kindness.' Gods above, her mother's voice was just as annoying in her head as it was in real life.
She heard a tired sigh from behind her and counted her lucky stars.