Sold in a cage. Stripped of her name. Yet the moment Lyra passes a dead Phoenix Temple, every sacred flame turns white—and the Phoenix awakens for her. Seraphine didn’t buy Lyra for a servant. She bought her for the Phoenix Mark hidden beneath her clothes—and plans to steal it before claiming the title of Saintess. But a stolen mark cannot command real fire. When the Phoenix King kneels before the girl in chains, the Temple declares Lyra a threat and buries a deadly truth: she is the true Phoenix heir, her mother was framed as a traitor, and the Crown awaiting her has killed every true queen who wore it. Now Lyra must choose: wear the Crown and preserve the chains—or destroy the system that owns them all. They stole her name. They stole her mark. But they could never steal her flame.
Sold in a cage. Stripped of her name. Yet the moment Lyra passes a dead Phoenix Temple, every sacred flame turns white—and the Phoenix awakens for her. Seraphine didn’t buy Lyra for a servant. She bought her for the Phoenix Mark hidden beneath her clothes—and plans to steal it before claiming the title of Saintess. But a stolen mark cannot command real fire. When the Phoenix King kneels before the girl in chains, the Temple declares Lyra a threat and buries a deadly truth: she is the true Phoenix heir, her mother was framed as a traitor, and the Crown awaiting her has killed every true queen who wore it. Now Lyra must choose: wear the Crown and preserve the chains—or destroy the system that owns them all. They stole her name. They stole her mark. But they could never steal her flame.
