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When the royal flame of Aldenhall gutters out for the first time in a thousand years, a kitchen apprentice with no name and no magic is the only one who notices it's still breathing — barely. Now she has to convince a court of skeptical nobles, one furious dragon, and possibly herself that the kingdom's last hope is a girl who can't even light a candle.
“Fire does not choose. It only waits to be asked.”
“A crown is just a very expensive way of saying "please don't kill me."”
“I have never wanted power. I have only ever wanted to be warm.”
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