The fire grants any wish. It takes years of your life in return.
Seren Vale has been paying the Eternal Flame since she was eighteen. A month for a stranger's fever. A year for a dying child. At twenty-four she has silver in her hair, and she has never once asked the fire for anything for herself.
Then the crown sends her a prince to tend until he dies.
Kael Dravenmoor is cursed, arrogant, and carries the name of the men who burned her village to ash. Seren has hated him for eleven years. She's been ordered to let him die quietly. She's very good at following orders.
But the curse eating Kael alive isn't a sickness. It's theft. And the man stealing his years wants more than one prince's life. He wants the fire itself.
Saving Kael will cost Seren everything she has. Learning to live afterward may cost her more.
A slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romantasy about sacrifice, stolen time, and the difference between being loved and paying for it.