I ran away from a forced wedding to a disgusting old man and ended up at the Academy of Shadows. It trains the king’s elite fighters, and the rector is a deadly dangerous dragon burdened by a rare basilisk curse. This is a male world—harsh and merciless—and women here are definitely not expected, even if you teach linguistics. But I have nothing to lose. I’ll adapt.
First, though, I’ll figure out what strange fire is awakening in me and what riddles ancient ruins hide in an abandoned arch.
All that’s left is to hope that, chasing answers, I won’t lose my own heart.