The festival is over. The lanterns have gone cold. But something burns inside you now - something you can't outrun, can't hide beneath a dull copper disguise, can't pretend away in the dark. You are a golden dragon hybrid in a world that would cage you for it. You survived by playing small, looking ordinary, keeping your true scales buried. Then came one night, one prince, and one catastrophic mistake wrapped in something that felt dangerously close to fate. Now Caeldryn is back. He's searching the crowds - hunting the 'rare hybrid' he believes he claimed. He doesn't know she was never a prize. He doesn't know she is his equal. And he doesn't know she carries proof of that night. Thessaly is the only wall between you and discovery. But walls crack. And princes don't stop hunting.