Rosa's fury knew no bounds. From Arven, she plotted and schemed, vowing revenge. Her humiliation would not be forgotten.
But in the Dragon Kingdom, a different storm brewed.
The court pressed Vanda to explain Daya's presence. Rumors spread — that she was his concubine, his weakness, his captive.
And perhaps… they were not entirely wrong.
For as Daya stood beside him in the grand hall, the Dragon Prince's hand brushed hers — deliberate, fleeting, burning.
And though she lowered her gaze, her heart betrayed her with its thunderous rhythm.
The Dragon Prince's captive heart… had already begun to beat.