Eleanor endures quiet disdain within the ducal household because she supposedly lacks dragon-taming blood, while nurturing an unspoken devotion for her stepbrother Conrad. Her romantic hopes dissolve when Conrad returns from the imperial capital holding hands with Princess Valeria, casting Eleanor into the shadows to curry favor with the throne.
Rather than beg for affection, Eleanor leaves the fortress to claim the legendary mantle of her warrior mother. Braving ancient volcanic roosts, she awakens the dormant draconic power slumbering inside her veins. As imperial fleets prepare for war, Eleanor ascends as the supreme sovereign, leaving Conrad kneeling in agonizing regret as every dragon bows to her command.
