And in the End, Only Ashes Remained
The grand ballroom of the imperial palace was meant for alliances and whispered secrets, not destiny and disaster.
Lady Seraphina Astoria Valeheart has spent her life avoiding the treacherous games of court, preferring solitude over the weight of expectations. But when a cocky, sharp-tongued lord with a reputation as dark as his attire asks her to dance, she makes a single mistake—she says yes.
Lord Sylas Draven Mourcade is feared for a reason. He commands attention with a smirk and a stare that strips away pretense, but beneath the charm lies something untamed, something dangerous. When Seraphina saves his life with a power she doesn’t yet understand, she unknowingly binds herself to him in blood.
But blood is power. And power never goes unnoticed.
As whispers of treachery ripple through the empire, Seraphina and Sylas find themselves caught in a web of shadows that move without faces, hands that pull the strings of kings and traitors alike. The court is a battlefield, and their growing connection might be the greatest weapon—or the deadliest weakness.
She was never meant to be part of this game.
He was never meant to care.
But the dance has already begun.
And some unseen forces do not take kindly to players who step out of line.
