Solomon’s life is simple.

Find food. Avoid dying. Sneak onto ships. Repeat.

A homeless orphan forced to flee his homeland after a brutal war, he has no relatives and even less money. His greatest talents are surviving (Barely), staying unnoticed (Easy when he’s anorexic), and finding salvageable meals out of dumpsters.

So naturally, fate decides to throw him a bone.

After a bizarre encounter drops him into the orbit of a prominent noble family, Solomon finds himself dragged into a world of power, danger, and people with entirely too many opinions about etiquette and honor. 

Suddenly, he has an earned brother who knows far too much for the average child, and a barrack full of obnoxious ten year olds.

As they grow older, Solomon learns that his brother has many more secrets than he could have anticipated.

Like the fact he used to be an immortal engine of destruction, and now, Solomon has to take up his mantle and protect the realm from five other undying beings.

All while on the run from one of the most powerful swordsmen who’s ever lived. 

Which, honestly, feels like a lot of pressure for a boy who used to live in barrels.

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{What to Expect: 

- I want to make this my most ambitious project yet. I hope the characters come across not only as well-thought-out, but also realistic and likable despite their faults.

- All Smut chapters will end with a *. I've gotten some flak for not including enough... *ahem* “lemonade” in my works, so I'll work to find a healthier balance this time around while not cheapening the story.

- There are two female leads. No, we're not expanding past those two. Poly. 

-Milf lovers rejoice. This one goes out to you.

-Oh, and also, no NTR or nothin like that. All the homies hate NTR.

Solomon, Dakota, Yari, and Giselle continually stole glances at the hulking figure on the throne before them.


Anyone with ears in this world had heard of the unnatural appearance of Eirbane's monarch. Some described him as something more fearsome than a giant, and more mysterious than a horror from the Black Depths.


Somehow, Emperor Jorre was both of those things and also neither of them at the same time.


"Thank you for allowing us to stay here, Emperor." Jiaoying said formally. "It truly is a-"


"Are you aware that you look significantly younger now than when I last saw you?"


"…I believe I noticed something to that effect when I last looked in the mirror, yes."


"It is most perplexing…" The emperor rubbed his chin. "You look like a child again. The bags under your eyes from your soul-crushing divorce are nowhere to be found-"


Chapter 166 - Noble Bastards