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“It also revealed your contempt.”

Reza’s face hardened. “You threaten treason?” The Rogue Prince of Persia

Cyrus smiled. It was not a kind smile. “Brother, when the vizier’s coup comes—and it will, on the third moon of next year—remember who warned you. Remember who you exiled for ‘unpredictability.’” “It also revealed your contempt

She did not whisper “rogue.”

He was not the heir. He was the spare, the splinter, the sand in the eye of destiny. His brother, Prince Reza, was the golden sun around whom the empire orbited. Strong, steady, beloved. The Rogue Prince? He was the eclipse. “Brother, when the vizier’s coup comes—and it will,

But the truth was sharper.

And that was the heart of it. The Rogue Prince wasn't a rebel for chaos. He was a rebel because he could not pretend the empire wasn't rotting from its gilded corners.