Fourteenth Fantasy : Harem Reborn ((install)) [Latest]

Sera drew her sword. Lyra lit a flame in her palm.

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. fourteenth fantasy : harem reborn

A new window appeared, rimmed in gold and black: All previous routes will converge. Every woman you have wronged, loved, betrayed, or saved will remember. Not fragments. Everything. The timeline will shatter and reweave. You will wake on the day of your coronation, age seventeen, with fourteen lives of memory burning in your skull—and fourteen women who remember you just as clearly. [ACCEPT] [ACCEPT (NO OTHER CHOICE)] Kaelen laughed, a broken, honest sound. “Fine. Let them remember.” Sera drew her sword

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. After surviving a thousand assassination attempts, a dozen

We cannot. The story demands an ending. But this time... we offer a choice you have never been given.

“Then stop rebirthing me.”

“Which one?” he whispered.