Anya wasn't your typical princess. Sure, she had the cascading auburn hair and eyes like sapphires, but her weapon of choice was a cunning mind, not a jeweled dagger. When the shadow of Cinderwing, a dragon with scales black as night and a temper to match, fell upon the kingdom, the King, desperate, declared a competition. Not for the strongest knight, but the cleverest. Anya entered, much to the amusement of burly knights in their clanking armor. Yet, during the trials, she shone. She o...