I Raised a Dragon. Now We're Taking the Seven Thrones.

A thousand years ago, seven dragons murdered seven kings and took their thrones. Today, the seven kingdoms still bow to them. I'm Aiden. I'm sixteen. I'm an orphan, and the boy I was raised to be never made it past last winter. Ten years ago, I found a dragon's egg in the snow. I named her Vael. I fed her. I taught her my language. I held her when she cried, and she held me when I did. We grew up together in a forge town that didn't know what she was — because Vael isn't like the seven dragons in the thrones. Vael has no element. No fire. No frost. No storm. Just me. Three months ago, a man with a scar told me who my real parents were, and what they had been before the dragons came. I am the last heir of the Ash Throne. The kingdom my family built was the first one taken. Vael is going to take it back. And then she's going to take the other six, too. Every dragon she kills, she keeps something of. Their fire. Their tide. Their thunder. By the seventh throne, my dragon will be everything the seven were — and one thing none of them could be. She'll be mine.