He calls me beautiful in his husky, damaged voice. Kind. A Naga Queen has never been called kind…
Sazzie
I have hidden who I am from everyone my whole life. Turned myself into something I detest: a fighter, a brawler, a princess worthy of the Thunder Rock throne. Then I meet Reid…
A human male. A kindness in his dark eyes that I do not understand. His body, a work of art—muscles, power, and sigils that don’t glow but sit like black ink tattoos on his skin. When he says I’m beautiful despite my scars, when he says I’m worthy of more than a life full of fights, I believe him.
But not everyone is willing to let me forget who I am—who I was always meant to be: an heir to the throne. And they’ll kill me to get what they want.
