In a galaxy torn by the Interstellar War, a young prince gets tangled in a web of royal intrigue. Unbeknownst to him, his choices could tip the balance of the universal conflict.
Prince Kael stared out of his palace window into the inky black expanse of the cosmos, studded with silent stars. He was the heir to a dying world, a pawn in a game of power and deceit.\n\nSuddenly, a holographic screen flickered to life in the quiet room. His father's advisor, Lord Goren, appeared on the display. He looked gaunt, his eyes haunted with a secret.\n\n'Kael, we must act swiftly.
The Council is planning to yield to the Andromeda Empire,' Goren spoke, his voice trembling with urgency.\n\nKael's heart pounded in his chest. His home, the Milky Way, would become a vassal to the cold, mechanized Andromeda Empire. He had to stop this.\n\nFor the following sols, Kael navigated the murky waters of court politics, with Goren as his guide. They rallied allies, whispered promises, and prepared for a coup.\n\nIn the Council Chamber, Kael stood tall, his voice echoing through the grand hall, 'We are not subjects, we are rulers.
We will not bow.' Some cheered. Some remained silent.\n\nThat night, Goren was found dead, an Andromedan phase dagger in his chest. Kael realized, too late, that Goren had been a spy. His rallying cry had played right into their hands.\n\nA fleet of Andromedan warships filled the sky the next morning.
Kael watched, his heart heavy with regret and betrayal. But his resolve hardened. He had lost a round, not the game. The Silent Stars were silent no more. They roared with the engines of war.
And Prince Kael, once a pawn, now moved as a king.
