Elira has survived by knowing her place. As a human servant in the Stoneclaw clan, she keeps her head down, obeys Maevra's cruel commands, and never forgets how little her life is worth to the orcs who rule it. Then a wounded warrior collapses into her path during the Festival of First Flame. Elira hides him, stitches his wounds, and sends him back into the night without asking his name. By morning, she discovers exactly who he is. Rathgar of Ironroot is a celebrated war hero and the orc chosen to marry Maevra in a political union meant to bind two powerful clans. He is also the man whose life Elira secretly saved. Their recognition should change nothing. Duty has already chosen Rathgar's bride, and survival has taught Elira never to want what belongs above her station. But when impossible golden markings ignite across Elira's skin and sacred fire answers her presence, every certainty at the festival begins to fracture. Some call the mark a blessing. Others call it fraud, blasphemy, or a threat that must be destroyed. Rathgar is torn between the alliance his people demand and the human woman he cannot stop seeking in the shadows. Elira suddenly carries a power she does not understand and a target she cannot hide. With Maevra watching, clan politics tightening, and a divine mystery growing more dangerous by the hour, one forbidden attraction could ignite more than scandal. If the Golden Mother has truly chosen Elira, the question is not whether her life will change, but who will burn trying to stop it.
Elira has survived by knowing her place. As a human servant in the Stoneclaw clan, she keeps her head down, obeys Maevra's cruel commands, and never forgets how little her life is worth to the orcs who rule it. Then a wounded warrior collapses into her path during the Festival of First Flame. Eli...