By Day a Prince, by Night a Healer

Zeyan woke in a dead prince's body with blood in his mouth and a quest slate in his sight. He had been a modern doctor once, so the strange wound on his neck, the fever in his wrist, and the poison hidden in his tea all made ugly sense at once. The palace wanted him quiet. The palace also needed him alive, because the first prince had vanished and panic had filled the halls. Zeyan learned fast that his old lessons about grain, law, and people were finally useful. He also learned that his falcon, Kite, would only land on his fist, never on command from anyone else. A doctor who can read a pulse and a prince who will not be owned makes a dangerous pair, and his sealed ear piece still waits on ...