دانلود رمان انگلیسی “آکادمی سلطنتی وارثان”

PEACE IS AN ILLUSION. Leander scraped his thumbnail across the charcoal words inked into his skin, embedded beneath an angry rash that was spreading like flames over his arm. Allergic reaction be damned. The mantra would be permanent, the pain temporary. And that’s what he was looking for: permanence. His advisors had scoffed at the idea of a tattoo on a man approaching sixty—more so, on a man in his position. Even so, Leander knew goldplated words would never suffice to commemorate this day, or the steps he’d taken. It wasn’t penance, but it was as close as he dared. A knock sounded at the door and Leander tugged his shirt sleeve down to his wrist, adjusting the cuff without a sound, though the cotton against his inflamed skin made his back molars grind in annoyance. The captain of his royal guard stepped inside his office, bending at the waist in deference. “Your Majesty. Apologies for the interruption.” Leander merely nodded at the formality. He had long ago established he could be called upon at any moment, for any reason. A king had no privacy, and no time off. “Headmistress Aquila has arrived.” Thanks to an internal clock he’d maintained since his days as a soldier, he didn’t bother glancing at the old grandfather one in his study. He knew she was early. “Bring her in,” Leander said. Hardly a need to keep her waiting merely to show he could.