Once, she saved a boy and started a war.
Now, she's back to finish it—daggers drawn, mask on, and a kingdom waiting to burn.
Princess Lyra Virellin was born of shadow and starlight—half light elf, half dark elf—an insult to a realm obsessed with blood purity. Cast out at thirteen, stripped of her title, and blamed for her mother's death, she survived the only way exile allowed: by becoming a ghost.
She danced, bled, and killed.
The world called her The Crimson Dancer.
And those who saw her final performance never lived to speak of it.
But Lyra has a secret buried beneath her silken smiles and razor-blade grace:
Years ago, she healed a dying, nameless dragon boy with her song magic, Melos' magic.
That boy rose from ash and became the most powerful ruler in dragonkind's history.
Now, King Kael Dravaryn rules the Drakmyr Peaks with fire in his veins and vengeance in his shadow. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable.
But haunted still… by a voice he never forgot.
By a girl who vanished before he could even say thank you.
He's spent two centuries preparing to unite dragons and elves.
But the courts would rather slit his throat than see the dragons and elves unite. Let alone seeing him take an elf queen on his arm.
When fate throws them together again—her as an assassin, him as her target—the flames ignite.
He knows exactly who she is.
She doesn't recognize the boy he used to be.
Yet.