The attack came swift and brutal.
Masked men stormed the servants' wing, blades gleaming. But Vanda was ready.
With a roar that shook the walls, flames burst from his hands, illuminating the night in searing light. The assassins screamed, scattering, but none escaped his fury.
Daya clutched her mother, eyes wide with terror and awe as the truth revealed itself — the Prince was not merely feared for his title. He was a dragon.
When silence fell, Vanda stood amidst scorched stone, his chest heaving. His gaze softened only when it fell upon Daya.
"You cannot remain here," he said. "This kingdom is poison. Come with me — or you will die."