Elara POV
I can't stop my hands from shaking as I walk through the palace halls.
The Dragon King's impossible jobs echo in my head. Learn a new language in one week. Don't insult the beast shifters. Survive dinner with generals who eat people.
I'm going to die here.
A servant—a girl with scales on her neck and kind eyes—leads me through halls that seem to go on forever. She hasn't said a word since we left the King's study. Maybe she knows I'm a fake. Maybe everyone knows.
"Here are your chambers, Your Highness," she finally says, stopping at a massive door carved with dragons.
My rooms. Like I'm someone important.
She pushes open the door, and I forget how to breathe.
