Valerie Twombly

Lose the prince. Hold his court. Become something they never expected. The moment Kieran vanished, the shadows took more than the man Nyra loved - they took the bond that anchored her. Now she sits on a throne that isn't hers, surrounded by enemies who smell weakness and allies who demand a queen she hasn't learned to be. But grief is a luxury the Shadow Court won't allow. With Kieran trapped in a place beyond reach, Nyra must forge alliances with courts that hate her, master a fire that could forge a crown - or burn one to ash - and protect a secret that could shatter the fragile peace holding three kingdoms together.
She is the last of the Dragonkin. And the fae are about to learn what that means. Because beneath the severed bond, something still burns. A residue. An echo. A thread that even the Void couldn't cut. And Nyra will follow it straight into the dark - even if what she pulls back isn't the prince she remembers.