Description
She crawls out of the sea. Filthy. Trembling. Marked by fire.
The clan says she’s a sign. A human mate. A prophecy.
I don’t care.
I take her.
She’s not built for my trials.
Not the lava. Not the blood. Not the mating.
But she survives anyway — starving, scarred, glowing with rage.
And when the mountain answers her voice instead of mine…
I don’t want her gone.
I want her crowned.
I’ll train her.
Claim her.
And if the goddess wants her blood—I’ll be the one to take it.
She didn’t come here to kneel.
She came to awaken my egg.
I’m the fire. But she’s the spark.
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