The crown of the Exiles should have been Devver's from birth. He could blame the Veraldi traitors who had banished their brethren to the cursed Mevrimel Mountains. He could blame the dark nature of the mountains themselves. But it was Devver who'd failed, and Devver who had lost his title at the age of five. Now the king is offering forgiveness, and Devver doesn't care why. To win back the crown, he will overlook every secret. Ignore every lie. Make every sacrifice. After all, he's wagered his own life against victory more than once. What could be worth more than that?