Burned on a funeral pyre alongside her stillborn son, the Shakareen Elarya was meant to die in flame.
Instead, she walked out untouched — carrying a child who shouldn’t have lived.
That child is me.
Except… I’m not really her son. I died in another world — a woman, a nobody — and now I’ve been reborn in the body of a dragon-blooded prince, in a land where fire breathes and loyalty burns.
I can’t speak. I can’t fight. I’m a baby in a world that worships strength.
But I remember everything — including how this story ends.