The Knight She Named

Via Aerwyn is sharp, genuinely warm, and entirely unaware of the effect she has on every room she walks into. She is loosely promised to Aldric, crown prince of the ruling kingdom of Dralvorn - a man who is sincere and handsome and has never once made her feel like anything more than a portrait he has decided to keep.

When Via takes matters into her own hands she finds Cael at the edges of the capital - a wanderer with no name, no house, and no history, who follows her home in the dark to make sure she gets there safely and asks for nothing in return. She gives him a name and a place at her side. He accepts like it is the most significant thing anyone has ever done.

What builds between them does so slowly and without announcement. Cael notices everything about her and stands between her and every door without being asked, devoted in the quiet consistent way that is harder to argue with than anything grand. The only person who doesn't fully understand what she is looking at is Via herself.

Underneath the personal story the world is waking up. Aeronwy, an ancient water dragon, chose Via's bloodline long before she was born and the gifts she left there are finally surfacing - healing, foresight, and water that moves like it knows her name. And in the woodland ruins Cael finds himself drawn to, Draeven - the first dragon, unreborn for three centuries - is waiting for the man his bond was always meant for.

Together Via and Cael are the living fulfillment of an ancient legend that powerful forces have spent generations ensuring would never come to pass.

They are running out of time to stop it.