Our traditions are old, but my wrath is fresh.
Dragonis Academy makes rulers or weapons, and I don’t need a crown to prove myself.
My plan is to enter the academy, march into Shadowcarve, and sharpen into the blade my father always wanted.
I’m a Shadowblade, the hidden knife in the night—unseen by you, unexpected by them, honed for a marriage I never wanted.
Dad took the girl I was, but the woman I am is untouchable.
A fated mate will break my chains, and Draconis Academy? They’re about to learn what real terror is.
I’m not bending the knee unless I’m kicking the old ways in the teeth.
