Rogue Royalty

As the Third Son to The King, Rowan should be a Nobody. Fate had other plans.



Nearly two hundred years ago, the world fell to war, leaving my parents to pick up the pieces and rebuild an entire Kingdom. Growing up in the shadow of two ultra-powerful immortals was never going to be easy.



It's even worse now that I have been forced to enroll in their precious Imdalind Academy as some kind of deranged poster boy for a hierarchy I don't even believe in.



Add to that the fact that I am having trouble sleeping, am having dreams of some chick with pastel hair, and I am in some serious crap. Especially when I come face to face with Gemma, and discover just how frighteningly accurate those dreams have been.



My mother happens to be the last Drak on earth, and it appears I am the only one to have inherited that power.



F-ing great.



I've been hiding the power away for years, but something is happening at the school that is pushing me to a boiling point. I can't hide for long, especially when my parents go missing, and my sight is the only thing that has the answers we need to save them.