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A Tale of Two Princes series by Aldrea Alien

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Aldrea Alien
31 July 2021
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Someone is out to murder his husband and he might just be the reason they succeed.

Imperial Crown Prince Darshan knew his journey home wasn’t going to be the modest one he hoped for, especially not after eloping with Hamish, a former prince—and now exile—of Tirglas.

When he thwarts a clumsy attempt on his husband’s life during a soirée hosted by his long-standing rival and half-sister, he figures the worst is behind them.

Yet, the threat of death continues to shadow them across the empire. Someone is intent on making the rumours of his husband’s demise a reality, someone who can erase the memory of their very presence from people’s minds.

Darshan must discover who is behind the attempts before they succeed. But who can he trust when the culprit is capable of slipping by the most vigilant of guards?

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How long have you been writing?

Since I was twelve and first got the idea for The Rogue King. It has been a couple of decades now.

Before you started, had you written any fanfiction? If so, what fandom?

I have written fanfics, but it was after I had published other works. They were short stories set in the world of Dragon Age with my player characters, a sort of fleshing out of their back-stories. I managed a handful, then the first character I played kept nagging about the restrictions of the world, which led me to crafting my own and thus, the spellster universe came into being.


What was your first published book?

That would be The Rogue King. It was a science fantasy involving an alien lizardman who really goes through a lot of shit: he’s sacrificed to the serpent god of lust as a child, accidently summons the devil and then trades his shadow for wings, and had his soul taken by the star of night (to hide him from the god), then his woman is kidnapped after prematurely giving birth. *sigh* I miss that bat-shit crazy world. One day, I shall return to it.


Do you have a favorite character from one of your books? Why?

Tracker from the Spellster and the Hound series. Although, it might not seem that way as I put him through hell, multiple times, but he still manages to remain this perky, sarcastic character who cares about others. Truthfully, if he was a real person, he’d need so much therapy. And I just keep piling more on him.


What is your favorite sub-genre to write?

Fantasy. I love to build worlds, to craft history, to have magic and throw people into situations that just wouldn’t happen the same way in a contemporary setting.


Would you ever write a hetero romance? Why or why not?

I’ve written several and there’s at least two already planned for the spellster universe. A lot about my characters are fluid in the beginning stages, including their genders/species, and either one can change drastically. I don’t fight it when they choose to be something other than what I first imagined, they tend to not co-operate when I try. Sometimes, it feels like my writing is more akin to incident reports.


What book are you reading at the moment? It’s okay to give a fellow author a plug!

Zone of Action by AJ Sherwood. I haven’t gotten as far into the story as I want, because people keep interrupting me with demands that I do things like actually sleep. And by people, I mean my partner.


What are you currently working on?

Tracking Trouble, a prequel to In Pain and Blood, that focuses on Tracker’s spellster-hunting life as he… well, hunts spellsters. It’s still very much in its draft stage.


When creating your characters, do you have models/actors/real people in mind or are they totally fictional?

Not at first. I typically start with a few details I want and go hunting for faces that have those qualities until I find the right one. It’s also useful to be able to hand over a depiction to the artist who does my covers.


If you write gay romance or erotica, just how descriptive are you in their sex scenes?

I think I’m sort of in the middle ground, descriptive in some ways but not vividly so. Then again, I’m kind of a poor judge of how steamy I write. So take that with a pinch of salt.



“Your highness,” Katarina said in a clear address to himself. “I hear you’ve travelled through imperial lands for some months. What is your current outlook on it?” Although she spoke Udynean, the musical hint of her own language whispered through. A much softer melody than the last hedgewitch Hamish had met.

He swallowed the wine and considered the past eight weeks of travel from the distant port of Haalabof to here, of the seemingly endless roads winding along the lands and the villages small enough to barely warrant a mention on a map. “It has certainly been an experience.” He’d been propositioned at least seven times along the way. Maybe even more that had been too subtle for him to notice.

The hedgewitch’s eyes almost sparkled. “You simply must give me details, your highness. It’s so rare to have an outside opinion on Udynea.”

Hamish opened his mouth, his agreement balancing on his tongue, only to remain silent as Darshan laid a bejewelled hand atop his.

“I’m sure my husband is most eager to oblige the request, Madam Hedgewitch, but perhaps another time would be more suited?”

Her lashes fluttering, Katarina lowered her head. “Of course, vris Mhanek.” She picked at the rest of her meal, perhaps looking for a reason to remain silent as she vibrated with an energy that reminded Hamish of his nephews when they sorely wanted to natter people’s ears off.

A pang of longing turned his stomach. A yearning to embrace his sisters, to hear his nephews scheming and his niece’s laughter. He would even take his brother’s good-natured ribbing just for a chance to hear his voice.

Hamish swallowed, blinking furiously to stem the tears threatening to spill. He hadn’t expected to feel homesick, but he’d never been beyond Tirglas before, hadn’t even been more than a week’s travel from Mullhind Castle for years. Now it was months away and there was more land to cover before they reached their destination.

A whole continent between him and his family; people he would never get to see again thanks to his mother’s poisonous ire.

“Do eat up, brother dear,” Onella purred, jolting Hamish from his thoughts. His sister-in-law gestured to the plate before Darshan, the rings adorning her fingers glittering in the candlelight. She had changed gowns, or at least the filmy topmost layer, and her arm showed no sign of Darshan’s attack. “All that dancing must’ve worked up quite the appetite. I can’t imagine the poxy inns you’ve stopped at during your travels had meals sufficient for a man of your power. You must be ravenous.”

Darshan smiled. Hamish wasn’t sure how his husband managed to seemingly detach the expression from his face, but the sight prickled his skin. “I think I’ll pass, dear half-sister.”

“But isn’t quail your favourite?” Onella pressed. “Did all those stodgy meals up north affect your palate?” She leant closer to one of the men flanking her and continued on in a loud whisper. “I hear they do ghastly things like stuff sheep stomachs and eat them.”

“They do indeed,” Katarina piped up as grumbles of distaste trembled along the table. “And the stomachs of cows and pigs.”

“There’s little from an animal we dinnae eat or use,” Hamish added, ferocious pride for his homeland’s self-sufficiency puffing his chest. “And what’s left goes to feed our dogs and pigs. We dinnae let a thing go to waste.”

“Clearly, trade relations with a superior people isn’t listed as one of those things.” Onella sipped at her wine, her gaze boring into him. “But I suppose you’re not privy to such matters, being dead and all.”

A woman part way down the table flung her head back and guffawed.

“He seems very lively for a dead man,” pointed out the woman sitting next to her as her neighbour continued to wheeze.

“Clearly not in the literal sense,” Onella said, her gaze remaining firmly on Hamish. “But it would seem that the news of how the current queen of Tirglas disowned her younger son hasn’t reached all present company.”

Darshan straightened in his chair. “Has it not?” He took up his glass and tapped his forefinger against it, waiting whilst a servant topped up the wine. “What is the rumour mill coming to if it cannot keep up with such trivial concerns?”

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Aldrea Alien is an award-winning, bisexual author of fantasy romance with varying heat levels. Born and raised in New Zealand, she lives on a small farm with her family, including a menagerie of animals, who are all convinced they're just as human as the next person. Especially the cats. Since discovering a love of writing at the age of twelve, she hasn't found an ounce of peace from the characters plaguing her mind with all of them clamouring for her to tell their story first.

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