Keothi buried her scream and in return an ancient forge answered.
She was meant to marry power, not challenge it. When her strength draws the eye of a ruthless king, she's forced to choose between her desires and her home. Amid the gilded cage and worldess servants, Keothi begins to fracture until something within her stirs. A shadow in the glass. A reflection that refuses to bow. As the lines between flesh and flame blur, Keothi must decide what kind of weapon she'll become: the one they demand or the one she chooses herself to forge.