After the war that silenced nations, the world rebuilds in fragile peace. But for Thalen, the soldier who has lost every reason to fight, peace is nothing more than another kind of battlefield-one without banners, one fought entirely in memory.
He lives quietly as a healer in the rain-soaked valley where the last battle ended. His hands mend others, but his heart remains bound to one name: Eiran, the king he once served, loved, and lost.
No crown sits upon Eiran's head now. His kingdom is gone, his title a curse whispered in abandoned churches. Yet when he returns to the valley-wounded, hunted, and dying-Thalen takes him in once more, unable to refuse the ghost that still holds his heart.
Neither man speaks of the past. Neither has the strength to forgive it. But the rain falls every day, washing away words they can't bring themselves to say.
In the nights that follow, they live a fragile peace beneath a leaking roof: one cooking, one writing, one pretending the world outside no longer exists. Love returns, quieter this time-without vows, without promises. Only touch. Only breath. Only what time remains.
"I don't want eternity," Eiran whispers. "I just want this-while I can still feel you."
Yet fate, unmerciful as ever, comes for what it left undone. The last enemies of the crown seek vengeance for a war that ended years ago. When their blades find the hidden house, Thalen stands once again between his king and death-just as he did before. Only this time, the blade finds him first.
Wounded beyond healing, Thalen presses Eiran's hand to his heart.
"If I live, I'll keep serving you. If I die, I'll still protect you-somehow."
But Eiran refuses to run. He kneels beside the man who once knelt for him, and in the moment he finally understands love, he chooses death instead of life without him.
"If there's another world, I'll find you there. Until then-let it rain."
As dawn breaks, the storm never stops. Two bodies lie together beneath the fallen roof, one hand still clasping the other. By morning, the rain has buried them both in silver light.
The Last Soldier and His King concludes The Soldier and the King Saga-a sweeping, heart-wrenching romantasy about love that defies power, redemption found too late, and the quiet grace of dying beside the one you never stopped protecting.
It is not a tale of resurrection. It is a tale of peace earned through heartbreak, and devotion that becomes legend.
"They said the rain never stopped in that valley. Some called it a curse. But those who knew their story called it love."
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