Shadow Of Noctis: In The Cruel Prince’s Grasp
"My dragon chose her before I even looked at her. But that doesn't mean I’m keeping her."
As the Dark Prince of the empire, everyone fears me. At the sound of my name, the crowds fall silent; at my glance, heroes fall to their knees. My soul is just as black as the dragon with whom I share my thoughts. I don't need anyone. Especially not a foul-mouthed thief dragged off the streets.
The girl, Eira... she is chaos incarnate. With her snow-white hair and lethal green eyes, she looks like an angel, but she fights like a demon. At the Selection, she did not bow to me. Instead, she looked me in the eye, and I saw the same fire in her that consumes me.
I chose her. Not to save her from misery, but to break her. To forge her into a warrior for the coming war.
But there is something I didn't count on.
My dragon has become obsessed with her. And as our angry arguments grow hotter and the boundaries of physical training begin to blur, I must realize a terrible truth:
The girl is not afraid of the darkness. She is the flame itself, capable of incinerating my world.
Two scarred souls. A single chance for survival.
Will we kill each other before the enemy reaches the gates?