A dance with the pentarch kings.
In a kingdom ruled by kings barely out of boyhood but already steeped in blood and power, Royal Imperium Prestigia High is where monsters are crowned—and innocents are devoured.
Five thrones. Five ruthless rulers. The pentarch kings, The havoc five—Dante the werewolf supreme alpha, Kaelric the apex of humanity, Vesper the vampire overlord, Xeari the werecat king, and Ryuzaki the celestial kitsune—each more lethal than the last. And thousands of noble-born students who’d kill for the privilege of kneeling at their feet.
For most girls accepted into Prestigia, it’s the pinnacle of existence. The highest honor. Their dream—a chance to brush shoulders with royalty, to earn the favor of the five ruling kings, and maybe, if they’re very lucky, be claimed.
They come draped in silk and perfume, eyes glittering with desperate hope, whispering the kings’ names like prayers. They spend their days chasing their attention like moths to flame, starving for a glance, a word, a touch.
They worship the kings like gods.
They would die to be noticed.
And some do.
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But Blazar Staray is not like the others.
And she didn’t come here for love.
Born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate the elite academy, pose as a noble boy named Orion Spade, and assassinate the most powerful king among the other four.
Succeed, and she gets to live.
Fail, and she dies the way all pawns do—forgotten.
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But Prestigia isn’t a school.
It’s a warzone wrapped in silk and gold, where students wield magic like knives, royalty rules with claws and fangs, and the five kings—each more dangerous than the last—treat life like a game they always win.
One wrong look.
One wrong word.
And you’re either sent to the dungeon cells… Or executed.
Blazar’s defiant presence doesn’t go unnoticed.
Instead of fading into the background, she catches the attention of all five kings.
They should have ignored her.
They were supposed to.
But now they’re circling her like predators, each with their own twisted interest.
Some want to protect her.
Some want to break her.
Some might want more.
To survive, Blazar must outwit kings who were born to rule, all while hiding her identity, her scars, and the deadly secret that could destroy her if found out.
Blazar Staray doesn’t play their games.
And she certainly doesn’t kneel.
Its either they break her or she’ll break them first.
