The journey was long, and Daya marveled at the change of lands — from Arven's lush forests to the volcanic peaks of the Dragon Kingdom.
At last, the great capital came into view — towers of black stone, banners of crimson and gold, and a sky where dragons themselves soared.
Daya gasped, awe and terror warring within her. "This… this is your home?"
Vanda's lips curved into the faintest smile. "Yes. And now… it is yours as well."
Her heart pounded at the weight of those words.
But not everyone welcomed her. Already, whispers rose among the courtiers. A maid at the Prince's side? Impossible.