I was born with no flame. In a kingdom where fire decides your fate… I was nothing. At the Soulfire Ceremony, every seventeen-year-old in Emberspire ignites—bonded to their power, their partner, their place in the world. When I stepped onto the dais, the fire stayed cold. Flameless. Useless. Exiled. That should’ve been my end—until the Ashborn prince rode out of the dark and claimed me as his bonded. The cursed heir whose own fire never came. The boy the kingdom whispers about like a threat. Bonded by a lie. Chosen by the flame.