Preparations were swift. Vanda ordered his men to ready the journey at dawn.
The court was in uproar — whispers that the Dragon Prince had stolen a servant girl, that Rosa had been slighted, that King Arven was powerless.
Daya kept her head bowed, too afraid to meet anyone's eyes. Yet when Vanda looked at her, she saw something fierce in his gaze — not pity, but resolve.
As the sun rose, they departed, leaving behind the kingdom that had caged her.
But Daya did not know that stepping into the Prince's world would be stepping into fire.Preparations were swift. Vanda ordered his men to ready the journey at dawn.
The court was in uproar — whispers that the Dragon Prince had stolen a servant girl, that Rosa had been slighted, that King Arven was powerless.
Daya kept her head bowed, too afraid to meet anyone's eyes. Yet when Vanda looked at her, she saw something fierce in his gaze — not pity, but resolve.
As the sun rose, they departed, leaving behind the kingdom that had caged her.
But Daya did not know that stepping into the Prince's world would be stepping into fire.