They stripped my magic and dragged me from the palace at dawn.
The Dragon Lord stood on his balcony and watched them take me.
He didn't know about the baby.
I ran to the edge of the kingdom and raised our daughter alone for six years.
Then she set a barn on fire with her bare hands.
Dragon fire. The kind only royal blood can produce.
I spent six years hiding her from bounty hunters, court spies, and the woman who framed me.
Now the dragons across the realm are dying.
The soldiers who find us aren't looking for traitors anymore.
They're looking for heirs.
When Kael sees our daughter, he goes still.
"You told me she was dead," he says to the woman behind his throne.
She smiles.
"I told you what you needed to hear."