I killed a dragon at nineteen. Then I wiped my hands, sat in its blood, and let a prince I'd never met take the credit. Because in my kingdom, women can't claim military glory. But they can claim husbands. And a marriage is a door. He knew the truth the moment he reached the gorge. He took the lie anyway. Now we're engaged. Sharing a palace. Sharing a secret. Building power through the same deception while pretending not to notice what the other is doing. We were supposed to be rivals. Instead, we became the only two people in the kingdom who truly understood each other. And once someone has seen the real you... it's impossible to go back to pretending. Book One In the Dragon Saga