Is it because she’s his sister… or his fated mate?
Her mother always told her:
“He is not your blood, Metheea… but he is your executioner.”
Metheea Feylisse was born the second child of a doomed alliance.
Her brother, Azrayel, was heir to the throne of Katarthan. She was meant to inherit Dythrid—two kingdoms united by marriage and sealed by blood.
But the alliance broke long before she could speak her name.
Her mother, Queen Tilde of Dythrid, fled Katarthan while pregnant, taking Metheea across the border and raising her in a land that never felt home to her.
Years later, Metheea is no heir—only a political pawn.
Stripped of her title, she’s sent back to Katarthan under a false name—not to rule, but to learn how to be a wife.
Her only plan is to endure, graduate quietly, and disappear.
Then she meets him.
Prince Azrayel.
The Crown Prince.
Her supposed to be brother.
The man she was warned would destroy her.
They were strangers by fate, bound only by names they were forced to carry.
And yet, when their eyes met, something sparked.
Something neither of them could name.
So what truly makes the Dragon Prince burn?
The lies they were told…
or the truth they were never meant to find?