Fourteenth Fantasy : Harem Reborn – Recent & Authentic

Kaelen’s fourteenth death was not his hardest. It was, by far, the stupidest.

A loose cobblestone, a startled horse, and the sharp edge of a noble’s carriage step. After surviving a thousand assassination attempts, a dozen palace coups, and the slow, sweet poison of his first wife, he died in a gutter outside a tavern called The Laughing Maiden. His own harem—the current, fractious, warring version—would not even mourn. They would be too busy fighting over his empty throne.

As the rain washed his blood toward the sewers, the last thing he saw was the System Window, flickering like a dying candle: [REBOOTING... HAREM ROUTES: 13/13 FAILED.] [ACTIVATING EMERGENCY PROTOCOL: REBORN HAREM.] Darkness. Then a light he had seen thirteen times before. The spinning wheel of fates. The whispering voices of the gods who had made him their plaything. fourteenth fantasy : harem reborn

The ceiling of the Sunrise Palace. Intact. Before the fire. Before the civil war. Before everything .

From the corridor, a third voice—sweet, terrible, the voice of the assassin who had killed him in timeline seven—called out: Kaelen’s fourteenth death was not his hardest

Behind her, a second figure emerged from the hallway shadows. Lyra, the sorceress. Her hands crackled with unspent magic, and her beautiful face was a mask of fury and heartbreak.

“Then stop rebirthing me.”

Kaelen swung his legs over the side of the bed, naked, unarmed, and more terrified than any of his deaths had made him.