Summary
Transported into a novel, I became its youngest prince—a role I never anticipated. The Chronicles of the Hero of Frosimar dwells more on the hero’s failures than his triumphs. “How dreadful,” I whispered under my breath. The First Emperor, who once commanded the world, drew a final sigh and shut his eyes, only to open them again as a discarded character in the very same story. Now, I am that ill-fated prince, destined to die the moment I appear.