Soren Stormborne had always been the easy-going one...the prince who laughed too loudly, smiled too easily, and managed to slip out of trouble with nothing more than a wink.
Luck clung to him like a loyal shadow. But beneath the charm, beneath the playful grin, he carried a sharp mind and the same deadly power that ran through the Stormborne bloodline. He simply chose not to spend his days locked in the endless rivalry that poisoned the space between his two elder brothers.
Soren had never understood why his brothers enjoyed tearing the kingdom apart. Rivalry, bloodshed, endless politicking—none of it appealed to him. He had the Stormborne blood and the power that came with it, yes, but he'd always seen it as nothing more than an inherited inconvenience. Something he was born with, not something he wanted to wield over others.
Valerian and Daeron were two storms constantly colliding. Soren preferred sunlight.
