Rofan Royale

In a world ruled by the Dragon Empire and the Phoenix Clan, Hanara is born with a rare and dangerous dual aura—one that can heal… or destroy.

After her mother is murdered and her clan is annihilated, Hanara vanishes into the mountains with her baby brother, guarded by two phoenixes. When Dragon knights finally find her, she unleashes her devastating Fireborne Wrath—revealing her power and costing one phoenix its life. The surviving phoenix spirits her away, tearing her from the brother she cannot save.

Years later, trained in secrecy, Hanara returns in disguise, infiltrating the Dragon Empire to rescue the brother she was forced to leave behind. But survival demands silence. Exposure would mean his death—especially as the Ice Prince begins to notice her, his watchful presence as dangerous as it is impossible to ignore.

To protect her brother, Hanara must remain hidden among dragons… and beside a prince who could expose her with a single word.

Or embrace the full truth of her dual aura, its power to heal or to destroy, and become the very force the empire fears.

Saintess Constance wakes up in a glass coffin with the words “That’s not my name” on her lips. Looking around at the people diligently praying to her, she has the sudden, horrible feeling that this fact is the least of their concerns.

Forced into a quest with the only qualified person to slay demons, a handsome if mouthy duke, she has no choice but to keep praying.

Too bad that’s all she knows how to do.

“Dear Goddess,” she beseeches with all her heart, “do something useful.”

A creature made from nightmares goes flying past behind her with a crash.

“I’ll kill you all!” The handsome duke screams like a lunatic, sword held high and chasing it.

She continues to pray harder.

When Myrren Vale is summoned to the royal palace, she expects suspicion. She expects secrets.
She does not expect him.

In the kingdom of Eirden—where magic hums beneath silk and every smile hides a blade—Myrren serves as a scentcrafter, trained in herbs, toxins, and the silent truths that cling to blood.

The court wants her quiet.
The crown wants her gone.
But Prince Thane… sees her.

Golden, gracious, and far too kind for the thorns surrounding his throne, he draws her into the palace’s glittering heart—offering warmth, safety, and something dangerously close to belonging.

Yet not all eyes in the palace are kind. The king’s ward, Lord Corven, watches her with unreadable silence—as if her very breath carries a truth he cannot ignore.

When nobles begin to die and the scents on their corpses whisper of poisons Myrren once crafted, she realizes the greatest danger is not the court’s corruption, nor the ancient power stirring awake beneath its stones.

It is what love makes you blind to.