Be delicate, be genteel, be decorative—that is what a lady should be, according to Lady Fern’s mother, and unfortunately, she is none of them. She’d much rather bury her nose in a book than discuss the latest fashions.
Fern has never fit the mould carved out for her. And when an arranged marriage looms, along with suitors who sneer and a mother who sneers louder, Fern does the unthinkable: she runs.
Into the woods and straight into the waiting wings of a queen dragon.
What begins as an escape becomes a calling. There’s power in her voice, fire in her soul, and when she bonds with the dragon, Fern discovers she was never meant to be ornamental.
She was meant to soar.
