𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 | emperyan
Two thousand years ago, she was the impossible heir of two warring bloodlines - frost and midnight - and the most dangerous dragon the world had ever known. She could read every mind, walk every thread of the future, and bend magic itself to her will. Then the two she trusted most turned her own enchantments against her and buried her beneath a mountain, long before the first wardstone was ever raised. Navarre's founders called it the price of peace. She calls it betrayal.Six hundred years of silence. Then the wards flicker - and something ancient wakes beneath the mountains. Wearing stolen human skin and a forged name, she walks the Parapet of Basgiath War College as just another cadet with something to hide. But the Vale knows her. Dragons out of old songs - the black dread, the bronze fury, the wyrm they call Cannibal - fall silent when she passes, because dragons remember what the Empyrean made their riders forget.She has planned for everything. What she didn't plan for is a frail scribe's daughter who survived what should have killed her, or the shadow-wielding wingleader whose mind stays sealed to her and whose future burns unreadable wherever she looks. For the first time in two thousand years, the one who sees every ending cannot see her own. And beyond the wards, the darkness has started whispering her name.…



















