That night, the Blood King lost control. Black mist sealed the palace, and she was the only survivor. By dawn, royal blood had taken root in her womb. The sacred relic chose her. Ancient nobles clawed from their graves, the first immortal broke his seal, and the kingdom demanded her child. The King would destroy anyone who touched her. She had no crown, no army—only a restorer’s hands. Yet those hands may be the only thing that can save a vampire age on the brink of destruction.