The Dragon Prince’s Bride

“I want to show you something,” Lysander said the next evening. They’d spent the day together—flying over the mountains, walking […]

Freya found Lysander in the training yard the next morning, running through sword forms with a focus that suggested he

Freya spent the next two days buried in books. Not the romance novels or histories she usually gravitated toward, but

“So when a dragon lord challenges another’s territorial claim,” Lord Theron was explaining, gesturing animatedly with his hands, “the proper

Freya woke in Lysander’s bed, wrapped in warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets. He was curled around

Freya had taken to walking in the palace gardens every morning. It was her quiet time—a moment to think, to

They stayed by the waterfall as the sun began its descent, painting the sky in shades of gold and amber.

Freya made it exactly three steps into the training yard before losing her nerve. Lysander was still sparring—this time with

“So,” Princess Lyssa said brightly, linking her arm through Freya’s, “let’s talk about dragons.” It was the morning after the

The official decree was written in dragon script and signed in blood. Freya watched as Queen Seraphine pressed her palm