In a kingdom built atop dragon bones and bloodstained legacy, power isn’t earned—it’s survived.
Arin has spent her life surviving. In the shadows. In the dirt. In the ruins left behind by the royal dragons of Velhessan. She’s the daughter of a ghost, the child of rebellion, and the last person anyone expected to see dragged in chains to the heart of Caelvoryn Palace.
But Prince Caldan is not like the stories. He doesn’t want obedience. He wants a weapon. And Arin, scarred and sharp-edged, might be exactly the blade he needs.
Now thrust into a court that thrives on secrets, cruelty, and ancient magic, Arin must navigate a deadly game of masks and monsters. Because under the palace, something stirs. Something older than kings. Something that remembers her mother’s name.
And when dragons wake, they do not wake quietly.
This story is unique, different from most of the novels nowadays. I like it so far, can’t for the next chapter. 👍