The Dragon Prince’s Bride

The war horns sounded at dawn. Freya woke to the distant, mournful wail echoing across the mountains—a sound that made […]

Freya woke to screaming. Her own screaming, to be specific, because there was a dead sheep on her balcony. A

Freya couldn’t stay in her chambers. She’d tried. Gods, she’d tried. Mira had helped her change into a nightgown, brought

Freya woke to sunlight streaming through windows she didn’t recognize and a moment of pure panic before memory caught up

Freya couldn’t sleep. She’d tried. Gods knew she’d tried. The bed was absurdly comfortable—some kind of enchanted mattress that adjusted

Freya lasted exactly two hours before the questions became unbearable. She’d bathed—an elaborate affair involving servants who materialized and disappeared

The flight felt like it lasted forever and no time at all. Freya’s fingers ached from gripping dragon scales, her

The dragon was shifting. Freya watched, frozen in terror and fascination, as the massive beast began to shimmer and change.

Two Weeks Earlier Prince Lysander of Drakemyr was bored out of his mind. The human diplomatic function was exactly as

The corset was too tight. Freya Thornwood couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stand perfectly still while three