The Saltglass Crown

Ilse Ryde has one rule: never pull anything living out of the dead shallows. Then she finds a prince the empire drowned three months ago, still breathing, still warm. Casrian remembers nothing — only cold, and the shape of her hands. Hiding him in her family's lighthouse should be simple. It isn't. The tide-priests are draining the coast to find him, and they've taken her little sister as collateral. To get Nissa back, Ilse must march inland with a prince who doesn't know his own name, into a capital that has been drinking the sea dry for three hundred years. Some crowns are made of saltglass. Some break.