Afryn's Heir
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Completed, First published Jun 26, 2026

The narrative traces the early life of Clayton, a prince grappling with loss and political upheaval in Afryn. These chapters reveal a kingdom burdened by increased taxation and suffering under the rule of a stepfather, Arlin V. Clayton’s attempts to protest these injustices are met with silencing warnings and tragedy. Later, the story shifts to Clayton’s precarious situation after waking injured and captive, interrogated by outlaws who demand to know his identity. He impulsively claims to be a prince, a desperate gamble that only intensifies the threat of violence. The available chapters hint at a world steeped in fear and deception.
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