House of Discord

Iowyn
I learned early that honesty gets you hit.
I kept telling the truth anyway.
The gods call it disrespect. My family calls it inconvenient. The House of Coin calls it a liability they plan to marry off and lock down.
Then I open my mouth in the wrong room and catch the attention of the God of Discord.
Koshin doesn’t ask me to kneel. He doesn’t ask me to be quiet. He doesn’t even pretend this is a rescue. He takes me because Coin thinks they own me—and he enjoys correcting lies.
I don’t trust him. I don’t worship him. And I’m not afraid of him the way people expect.
What I am is tired of being punished for telling the truth.
If the gods want silence, they should have chosen someone else.

Koshin
Everyone lies.
Most of them are bad at it.
I see the truth crawling under their skin while they smile and call it order. Gods. Mortals. Doesn’t matter. The Concord just taught them to lie slower.
Then she speaks.
Iowyn Solyne tells the truth like she’s already paid for it. No fear performance. No begging. Just blunt, inconvenient honesty that makes the room itch.
Coin thinks she’s property. Faith wants her quiet. War is circling.
I take her because I can—and because they shouldn’t have touched her.
She doesn’t kneel. Doesn’t flinch the right way. Doesn’t look at me like I’m divine. It’s irritating. It’s addictive.
Let them call me unstable. Let them tighten the Concord until it snaps.
They built this world on lies.
I’m just the one who doesn’t pretend not to notice.

House of Discord
A dark fantasy romance featuring obsessive gods, brutal divine politics, a mortal woman who refuses to bend.