The United Kingdom is already cracking.
Four men who once commanded its pieces — England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland — receive identical encrypted summons. One island. One night. One woman.
They arrive believing they can mend division the old-fashioned way: through blood, through seed, through her body. They sign oaths in their own blood. They strip. They kneel. They attempt to pour unity back into a single womb.
Victoria Kane watches.
Calm.
Untouched.
She lets them believe the child (if it comes) might heal what they broke.
It will not.
No redemption.
No mercy.
Only the slow, elegant certainty that what they flooded into her has already turned against them.
The Fractured Kingdom releases 16 February.
One arc.
Four oaths.
One womb.
—Victoria Kane