Oath of Betrayal (The Broken Bonds: Slavic Fantasy #1)

I stared at the report on my desk as if I could erase the words by sheer strength of will.

The mine was a bust. I’d need to clear the Vel from its depths or send a request to the other leaders of the Lowland Kingdoms to see if they had a crystal in their vaults. That would mean working behind my own king’s back, which wouldn’t end well—if at all—as my brother told me the king had called a meeting with the foreign ambassadors, reassuring them that the situation with the Barrier was under control.

My word against the king’s. What were the odds?

‘Fuck it all,’ I growled at my thoughts as I hammered my fist on the desk, sighing when my knuckle left blood on the hard oak wood. I needed my control back; even my usually pristine and organised office was a mess now, with letters and orders cluttering every flat surface.