Ineris knew for sure from childhood: she was an heiress, and even after marriage, power would remain in her hands. Plunging deeper into the affairs of a small autonomous principality, the future ruler tries to live up to her status in everything. But in the midst of a crisis, she is unexpectedly sent away from the palace - and the world is turned upside down. The heiress turns into an exile. The killer turns out to be a savior. The magic of death preserves life. Is this a fatal mistake by a bitter ruler or someone’s evil will? When you can’t even trust your reflection in the mirror, is it possible to trust your own heart - especially if you’ve been deliberately drowning out its voice all your life? How to discern the velvety whisper of darkness behind the echoing roar of the flame - and learn not to be afraid of either one?