They may try to cage me… But they forgot I sharpened teeth in the dark. They call me a prophecy. A flamebearer. A kingmaker. A myth wrapped in skin. What I am is a slave with a broken brand, a sword too small, and three warlords circling like fire-starved wolves—each one heir to an empire carved from lava and lies. Kael wants to conquer me. Drann wants to protect me. Varek wants to unravel me, rune by rune, until even my lies bleed truth. But I didn’t survive dark-elves, chains, and bone-cages to be claimed. Not without blood. Not without war. Not without setting the whole mountain on fire. Because if I must choose a ruler? They’ll kneel to me. Read on for volcanic palaces, rune-slicked orcs, enemies-to-worshippers, and a heroine who burns every throne to crown herself. HEA Guaranteed!