The Silver Flame

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I am not the queen they hoped to mold nor the martyr they wished to bury. </strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>People flinch as she passes. Neighbors avert their eyes. Mothers clutch their children. No one dares touch her. And no one ever has. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Eighteen-year-old </span><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Lyra Seravell</strong><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> has spent her life hiding behind leather gloves and Virellia's frozen isolation. But when a royal decree summons one girl from each of the seven regions to compete for the Prince's hand she's forced into the gilded heart of Valerieth. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>She travels to Aurea a gleaming region with a capital city of gold but as secrets unravel so does the city's masterful facade. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Among rival girls and watching eyes trials unfold. The palace is a game board. The girls are the pieces. And Lyra begins to draw too much attention. She's nothing like the others. The King can see it but so can his son. </span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Prince Cassian Vaelros</strong><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is the golden child of Valerieth and everything Lyra was taught to fear. Everything she has grown to hate. But the closer she gets the more blurred the line of enemy and ally becomes. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>As the palace walls close in and ancient fantasies stir Lyra must decide what she's willing to sacrifice-her freedom her heart or her fire within. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Because some flames were never meant to be contained. </span><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Some were meant to burn. </strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Seven regions. Seven girls. One crown.</strong><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> </span></p>