So here's an update on my book, so i finished and published it on KDP, an i have done a big f*up, so first I used AI to create book cover and so the title was Act 1: The Iron Assembly - Beyond the throne, but one the cover, iron was written two times, and for some reason i didn't noticed it. like till book was live on amazon and after writing it, i asked someone to proof read it as i was tired, but they didn't read and just said it's good and I had uploaded the unedited version. I unpublished the book, so now i fixed those problems but had to change the title but i just learnt that I cannot change title after publishing it in kdp, so now i have some options, either rewrite whole thing, change style, character names, places to avoid legal consequences of any kind, as they don't allow you to publish same thing with different name and cover, 2nd i can just publish it with new cover with different title on cover and different title on their site but with the edited version, or i let my work remain unpublished forever and publish the chapter here free of cost chapter by chapter. do give me suggestions if you have.

My love is not a fragile rose,

That wilts with time or fear it shows.

Not craving hands to tend each day,

Nor wilting when the skies turn gray.

A cactus stands through drought and storm,

Its strength is built in sun so warm.

No pleading cries for care or touch,

Yet thrives and grows with just as much.

No thorns to pierce the hands that stay,

No constant need to find a way

To shield it from the winds that blow—

It stands alone, yet still will grow.

It does not beg, it does not weep,

Yet in its heart, the love runs deep.

A quiet strength, a patient grace,

Not seeking praise, nor seeking place.

So let our love be firm, yet free,

Unshaken by adversity.

Not fragile blooms that fade so fast,

But like a cactus—built to last.

It's been 17 days or maybe more since I am here. I am sure if the kingdom knew what I am going through here then they will definitely call me a legend of Fera. Though I am sure they don't know anything about the horror I have scene today. Well then let me narrate my own story, it might appear to all as exaggeration but well then I cannot help you.

It's my story, I am Gregory Fredrick Frostmoon, from Frostmoon clan of Leona, last of my name now. Though my family isn't a rich noble family but still I know that my family has some connections in the royal family as my great great grandfather Rickshaw Frostmoon had married the royal princess of Leona Royal family.

Well currently I am the only Frostmoon left. My family had prepared a long lineage of warriors but we bear a curse that if we kill even one more enemy than one thousand in battle then our heart starts to stop, leading to a cold fight.

Well enough of my past and my clan. Well after I am done with this damn plague, I will marry my beloved fiance Laura, though she is probably getting hit on by that old count Grainer, that bastard just doesn't know when to give up, in his seventies and still wants some young concubine.

Well let's talk about this place. I am currently fighting the plague to save our continent, Fera. This place is called Blood Desert, just red sand everywhere I see. When we had arrived here, we were around 10000, now we are just 70 people left.

Many perished in the red storms, while others fell to the creatures. We had never seen or heard of anything like them—fin-eared monsters with an insatiable thirst for blood.

I remember one of my men, underestimate them and the creature ate his head in just one attack. Their claws can even scratch through the iron shields given to us.

I think my subordinates just called me, let me go I will return in a few moments, bye my friends.

Well I am back after 7 hours, a correction now we are just one left, me only. Well it was a harsh fight, I killed many of those vile beasts with my axe and solar hammer, but they just don't die easily even my special ice bomb doesn't work well against them.

Well I will say this though that I killed around hundreds of them today, don't know what is out there in the world that can create such creatures, well for now, I can say that I have around an hour left as they will come back again.

During this time I will sharpen my axe, and after that I will take a quick nap. Sorry but it does look hopeless though I have no other choice.

Well I think it's my final entry. Goodbye, Laura, I will always love you. Goodbye, anyone who finds these words, tell my story well.

I finally closed this journal and asked my subordinate "Go, and take this to Leona, give this personally to Lord Alberto, tell him that a hero named Gregory Fredrick Frostmoon died here as he died while fighting against plague and his curse, and if someone stops you then just tell them that Lone Wolf, the right hand man of Lord Caine has sent you."

With that I turned toward the place where we buried the hero of Fera, atleast for me. My deepest regret is not being able to meet you and fight you. Guess it will be a mystery forever, as who would win between my Shadow Blade and your Frostmoon Blade.

I am now reaching the end of my novel, and it might be the hardest part for me to write as there are a lot of ideas in my mind for it. So I am looking for an advise, should I keep the purpose in suspense or should I reveal it in the end. This question keeps coming in my mind and I have no clue what to do.

I wanted to see, how my work would look if another author wrote that, so I used Chatgpt for this. I don't know if you like AI generated things but it's fun so I hope you enjoy it. And there's a small announcement too.

If George R.R. Martin wrote this scene, it would likely include deeper character introspection, richly detailed descriptions, and subtle political maneuvering, creating an ominous, tension-filled atmosphere.

The Iron Dome cast its shadow over them, a monolithic fortress of unyielding steel. The torchlight danced along the cold, metallic walls, but the flicker did little to warm the chamber. Eight kings sat in solemn silence, their faces illuminated in sharp relief—lines of worry and calculation etched into their brows. Around the iron table, they waited, each man cloaked in unease, their thoughts as unreadable as the shadows lurking in the room’s corners.

Lord Alberto of Leona was the first to break the silence, his voice carrying the faint tremor of a man caught between fear and bravado. “Why are we here?” he demanded, though the question seemed more for himself than anyone else. He shifted in his seat, his fingers twitching as if still clutching the phantom of his goblet. “I was... I was in my chambers, with my wife.” A wistful smile crossed his lips, his eyes distant. “It was our first night. The moonlight—”

“Enough,” Lord Zad of Geralda cut in, his tone as cold and sharp as the blade strapped to his side. Zad’s gaze swept the room, his eyes as piercing as a hawk’s. “Look around, Alberto. There’s an empty seat at this table, and we all know who it belongs to.”

The kings exchanged glances, the weight of that unspoken name pressing down on them like a stone.

“How do you expect me to focus on an empty chair?” Alberto snapped, though his voice betrayed his rising nerves. “I just married Count Herald’s daughter—a beauty like no other—and now I find myself dragged here, without warning, without reason—”

“To boast, apparently,” Lord Seven of Windhills drawled, leaning back in his chair, one hand idly tracing the rim of his goblet. “Still the same Alberto. It’s a wonder your house hasn’t crumbled under the weight of your debts—and your desires.”

Alberto bristled, his face flushing crimson. “Better to have debts than to be remembered for cowardice,” he spat. “Perhaps if you had spent less time running from battles, you’d have the courage to speak without smirking.”

“Enough,” Zad said again, his voice a whip-crack of authority. “The Nine Kingdoms do not need this... squabbling. We are here, all of us, and that means something. Lord Hika,” Zad’s gaze turned to the eldest among them, seated at the far end of the table, his white hair catching the torchlight like frost, “you have seen more winters than any of us. What do you make of this?”

Hika’s measured silence held the room for a moment longer. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but heavy with gravity. “This is no gathering of lords or councils. This is a summons. Eight kings, stripped from their realms, brought to this... place.” His dark eyes roved over the silent spectators lining the walls, their expressions blank as tombstones. “Our captor, whoever they may be, is not one to be trifled with. To move kings as pawns? That is the hand of a god—or something worse.”

Lord Kyle of Fire Mountains growled low in his throat, his massive fists clenching. “Whoever they are, I’ll kill them.” He slammed a fist against the table, the iron groaning under the force. “They’ll regret this insult to my blood.”

“Always the brute,” Lord Neville of Pepper quipped, a sly grin curling his lips. The youngest at the table, his tone carried the arrogance of youth. “Tell me, Kyle, how did all that strength serve you in the Battle of Nightfall?”

The room went deathly silent. Even the torches seemed to burn lower as Kyle’s jaw tightened. “You tread dangerous ground, boy.”

“And you prove my point,” Neville said, still smiling but with a flicker of unease in his eyes. “Quick to anger, slow to think.”

“Enough,” Alberto interjected, his voice louder than before. His usual cheer was gone, replaced by a rare note of steel. “Neville, your wit is as sharp as ever, but this is no time for mockery. We are kings, all of us, and this is no council chamber. Respect must be upheld, even here.”

Hika raised a hand, the faintest of smiles on his weathered face. “Peace, Alberto. The young test their elders; it is the way of things. Let him speak.”

Neville straightened, his smirk softening. “If you insist, my lord. All I’m saying is this place—this Iron Dome—it’s not right. Haven’t any of you noticed? No hunger, no thirst. The torches don’t burn down. And those watchers,” he gestured toward the silent spectators, “they stand there, breathing, but they don’t move. They don’t react.”

Hika nodded slowly. “Astute.”

“And there’s the ninth chair,” Lord Verito of Ark said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. All eyes turned toward the empty seat, as if drawn by some invisible force.

“We all know who it’s for,” Alberto murmured, his voice suddenly hoarse.

“Lord Caine,” Hika said, the name falling like a stone into a well. The title carried a weight that hung in the air, chilling the room. “King of Nightfall. The Lord of Seven Seas. The Conqueror of the Dark Plague. The Dragon Slayer.”

“The man who defeated us all,” Alberto said, swallowing hard.

Neville leaned back, his grin returning but weaker than before. “Even Kyle,” he said, though the jest fell flat.

Kyle’s hands tightened into fists, but he did not rise to the bait. His silence spoke volumes.

The kings stared at the empty seat, and for the first time in years, the rulers of the Nine Kingdoms felt the cold grip of fear.

(Announcement: With help of my friend and family, I was able to work fast on my novel and maybe by the end of this month I might publish it, I have done my best and hope that those you love Fantasy Action give it a chance and read it.)

In a whirl of bright ideas, oh what a sight,

My blunders bloom like flowers, pure delight.

I’m not one to brag, but my heart’s a sweet pie,

As I trip through this life, with a wink and a sigh.

Another year’s gone, let’s toast to my mirth,

Happy birthday to me—oh, what a genius of worth!

Cutie outside, beauty within,

Your smile’s where all joys begin.

Rosy cheeks, a charming hue,

Simple yet sassy, strong, and true.

Kind of heart, sharp of mind,

In you, a rare gem I find.

Glad I met you, my dear friend,

On you, my wishes I extend.

A guiding star, a joy profound,

In my life, your light astounds.

Happy birthday, may it bring,

Laughter, love, and everything!

The Iron Dome loomed over them, its towering metallic walls reflecting the dim, flickering light of torches. Eight kings sat around a massive iron table, their expressions a mix of confusion, irritation, and unease. The air was heavy with tension, made worse by the unblinking stares of the silent spectators standing along the walls.

“Why are we here?” Lord Alberto of Leona demanded, breaking the silence. His voice wavered slightly, though he tried to hide it. “I was in my chamber... with my wife.” His gaze grew distant, his lips curving into a faint smile. “It was our first night—”

“Focus, Alberto,” Lord Zad of Geralda interrupted sharply. His calm tone carried an edge of authority. “This is no time for daydreams. Look around you—there’s an empty seat. We all know who it’s for.”

The kings exchanged uneasy glances.

“How can you expect me to focus?” Alberto shot back, his voice rising. “I just married Count Herald’s daughter—a woman of unmatched beauty and grace—and now I’m dragged to... to *this*,” he gestured vaguely at their surroundings. “I didn’t even get to—”

“Spare us the details,” Lord Seven of Windhills said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “Still the same old Alberto—always thinking with your heart or something lower. You’ve spent more coin on women than on your own army.”

Alberto’s face reddened, but before he could retort, Zad raised a hand. “Enough,” he said firmly. “Infighting won’t help us. Let’s focus on why we’re here. Lord Hika of Riverend,” Zad turned to the older man sitting quietly at the far end of the table, “you’re the wisest among us. What do you make of this?”

Hika straightened, his calm demeanor unshaken. “It’s clear this is no ordinary gathering. Eight kings of Fera, taken without warning or consent, brought to a place that defies nature.” His gaze swept over the room. “Whoever orchestrated this is far more powerful than any of us—perhaps more powerful than all of us combined.”

“Powerful or not, I don’t care,” growled Lord Kyle of Fire Mountains, slamming a fist on the table. The iron groaned under the impact. “When I find them, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands!”

A chuckle broke the tension. The youngest man at the table, Lord Neville of Pepper, leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Typical Kyle. All brawn, no brain. You talk big for someone who got beaten in the Battle of Nightfall.”

Kyle’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your mouth, boy,” he growled.

“Enough!” Alberto snapped, his usual jovial tone replaced with uncharacteristic sternness. He pointed a finger at Neville. “You may be young, but show respect. Lord Hika deserves it, and so do the rest of us. This isn’t the time for petty jabs.”

Hika raised a hand, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Peace, Alberto. Lord Neville is still learning, as we all once did. Let him speak.”

Neville nodded, his playful smirk fading. “Fine. If we’re being serious, there’s something strange about this place. Haven’t any of you noticed? No hunger. No thirst. Time feels... off.” He gestured toward the silent spectators. “And those people—they’re watching us, but they don’t react to anything we say or do. This place isn’t natural.”

The room fell silent as the kings considered Neville’s words.

Lord Jarvis of Downhill finally spoke, his voice steady. “Agreed. Whoever brought us here doesn’t intend for us to leave—not yet, at least.”

“And there’s still the ninth seat,” Lord Verito of Ark added hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. “If the rest of us are here, then the last one can only be...” He trailed off, his face paling.

The kings exchanged uneasy glances again.

“Lord Caine,” Hika said gravely. The name alone seemed to chill the air. “King of Nightfall. The Lord of Seven Seas. The Conqueror of the Dark Plague. The Dragon Slayer.”

“The man who defeated us all at Nightfall,” Alberto added, swallowing hard.

Neville leaned back in his chair, feigning nonchalance. “He even beat Kyle in single combat,” he said, grinning.

“That was luck!” Kyle barked, slamming the table again. But his voice lacked conviction, and even he couldn’t deny the fear etched on his face.

As silence settled over the room once more, the kings stared at the empty seat. Whatever awaited them, it was clear: their fates were now tied to the arrival of the ninth king.

(Writer's note: Please write a comment, it's a dialogue exchange between few characters from a novel I am trying to write. It's kind of the final version of talk between my character, so do write a comment and give some reviews like what can I improve and you can rate it on scale from one to ten.)