This is part one in our story series.

The king is dead. The streets wear black, but grief ain't pure.

When Sarai returns for her father's funeral, the past ain’t buried, it’s posted up on the corner in red bottoms. Secrets creep in from every shadow, and one name keeps rising through the heat: Khalon Dupree. The man she once rode for… and the man standing where her father used to rule.

But the will left more than a crown, it left blood on her name, and a city watching her next move.

This ain’t a homecoming. This is war.