by @Emir novel
She catches swords with her bare hand. He is the prince who dreamed about her. Dagaska has spent twelve years freeing slaves and surviving battles that should have killed her. She carries seventeen scars—one for each child who died in the laboratory where she was made. Movert has spent twenty-four years as a ghost in his father's palace, watching the war from a window. Then he dreams of a woman who catches a blade bare-handed. He draws her from memory. The charcoal moves on its own. Betrayed by those closest to him and pursued by an army, Movert rides east to find her. But Dagaska is walking into a trap she knows is coming—because someone has to. The war between them is just beginning.
