THE PRINCE WHO FORGOT HIS NAME

Some chains are broken with steel. Others remain long after the wounds have healed.

In the forgotten corners of Faerûn, where ancient forests swallow the remnants of forgotten kingdoms and danger lurks beneath every shadow, a solitary hunter lives under a name that was never his own.

Lucian Vale is a man of few words, unsettling crimson eyes, and a past buried beneath scars he refuses to explain. He hunts to survive, sleeps with one eye open, and trusts no one enough to turn his back on them. To those who occasionally cross his path near the quiet village of Soubar, he is little more than a strange, reclusive wanderer.

But there is something wrong with Lucian Vale.

He knows how to kill, yet struggles to understand kindness. He can face down monsters without flinching, yet finds himself bewildered by the simplest gestures of affection. He watches people laugh as though witnessing a foreign custom, and regards an offered meal with the same suspicion another man might reserve for a drawn blade.

He was forced to survive, to endure long before he was given the chance to live.

Eleven years of his childhood vanished into the Pits, an underground nightmare where children became entertainment through sport and flesh, mercy was a weakness, and every victory demanded another victim. There, his captors gave him a name whispered with equal parts fear and fascination.

The Tempest.

They never understood what they had imprisoned. Neither did the men who stole him from his birthright, nor the masters who intended to sell his blood to the Red Wizards of Thay. They saw a weapon waiting to be forged, a living vessel for a power older and more terrible than they could comprehend.

Then, one night, the boy disappeared in a storm of blood and fire.

Years later, Lucian has escaped the chains, the arenas, and the people who once owned him. Yet freedom has offered no instructions on what comes next. His memories are fractured. His heritage remains a mystery. The extraordinary power that once answered his rage has fallen silent, leaving him with questions he cannot answer and a past that refuses to stay buried.

Somewhere beyond the horizon, an empire may still mourn a lost prince. Somewhere in the shadows, those responsible for his disappearance may still be searching.

And somewhere within Lucian himself lies a name he has spent years refusing to remember.

Siegfried Astryx Valtherion.

A name that could change everything.

But this is not merely a story about a lost heir, an ancient bloodline, or the men who would use a child's suffering to satisfy their ambitions. It is a story about what remains of a person after the world has spent years trying to turn him into a monster.

What happens when someone offers Lucian kindness without demanding payment? When a stranger sees the frightened boy beneath the ruthless survivor? When friendship begins to resemble family, and affection becomes something far more terrifying than any blade he has ever faced?

Will he learn to trust someone enough to reveal the truth, knowing that the wrong person could destroy everything he has built? Can a heart conditioned to expect cruelty learn to recognize love before it mistakes it for another kind of trap?

And if the past finally catches up with him, will he reclaim the role of prince and heir he was born to be—or fight to protect the man he has struggled to become?

In a world of ancient dragons, dangerous magic, political treachery, and imperfect people carrying wounds no sword can reach, every bond has the potential to become either a refuge or another chain.

Lucian Vale has already fought for his freedom.

Now he must discover what it is worth living for.