The Soulsworn Chronicles

Let it be known. The world you have entered is not kind. It does not suffer the weak, nor does it forgive the unprepared. It is a realm of frozen queens and burning kings, of whispered betrayals and kingdoms that crumble beneath the weight of their own ambition. Once, I was nothing. A servant tending to the dead in the frozen crypts of Icespire. I bore no title, wore no crown. But fate is a cruel seamstress, and when she pulled the thread of my life, she wove me into a story not my own. Now, I stand at the center of a war waged in silence. The kings of fire and frost watch my every move. The court of Emberfall feasts on secrets sweeter than wine. The Dragon King stirs in his volcanic ruin, waiting for the moment to reclaim what he lost. And I—I am but a phantom wearing a stolen face, a queen of ice wrapped in a lie that could unmake the world.