by InkSmith
Arthur was a US Army Combat Engineer, a man of cold logic and photographic memory who built bridges in war zones and survived by the millimeter. He died in the heat of an Afghan ambush, betrayed by the very men he was sent to help. He woke up in a puddle of his own vomit. Now, he is Arthur Dorne, the third son of the King of Dorne. A notorious drunkard, a whoring disappointment, and a royal embarrassment. As a final ultimatum, his father has exiled him to Branwick County—a desolate, debt-ridden borderland plagued by drought, corrupt merchants, and the shadow of a tyrannical foreign Baron. The locals expect him to drink himself to death. His brothers expect him to fail so they can divide his inheritance. The Church of Luna watches for any sign of "heretical alchemy." But they don't know who is behind the Prince's eyes now. Arthur doesn't have magic. He doesn't have an army. But he remembers the formula for black powder. He knows the physics of a steam engine. And he knows that in a world of swords and iron, the man who masters the forge masters the crown. The "Drunken Prince" is gone. The Engineer has arrived. And he’s going to build an empire that the history books will never forget.
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