I have been Team Arawn from day one and Firemage didn’t just confirm that loyalty, it cemented it in fire and blood.
Where Kinlear’s novella broke my heart, Arawn’s shattered it in a completely different way.
This is the story of the boy who was never allowed to be a boy. The older twin. The Chosen. The crown prince burdened with prophecy, perfection, and expectation from the moment he drew breath. At five years old on his birthday Arawn is not given joy or indulgence or even the cinnamon rolls he dreams about. Instead, he is handed the weight of the crown and the knowledge that one day he will be asked to sacrifice everything he loves. That moment defines him. From that point on, Arawn is never allowed to want anything simple. Or soft. Or human.
He is purity forged into obedience and propriety. He is taught to cage his heart, silence his desires, and live as an offering to gods who demand everything and give nothing back.
What struck me most is how little of life Arawn is actually allowed to have. Kinlear is sick, punished, overlooked however he lives, but Arawn is expected to be flawless. Never sick enough to rest. Never broken enough to stop. Never human enough to fail. He carries responsibility like a penance he never chose, and love like a secret sin.
And yet… his love for Kinlear is unwavering.
Even after everything.
Even after resentment, betrayal, heartbreak, and Soraya. My beautiful pure hearted Arawn 😢
That relationship is the emotional spine of this novella. Arawn sees Kinlear’s darkness, his bitterness, his self-destruction and loves him anyway. He protects him. Advocates for him. Pays penance in his place. Tries, again and again, to carve out a future where his twin might survive long enough to matter. Watching Arawn choose Kinlear repeatedly, even when it costs him everything, is quietly devastating.
Soraya, too, is a painful thread but Firemage makes something very clear: Soraya was always Kinlear’s. She was tied to his fate, his illness, his need to be saved. Arawn loved her, yes but it was a love shaped by restraint, silence, and inevitability. He stepped back. He sacrificed. He endured.
Ezer changes everything.
Ezer does what no one else ever has: she sees Arawn, not as a prince or a symbol, but as a man. And she chooses him. Again and again.
She chooses him when he is powerless.
She chooses him when his magic is gone.
She chooses him when all he has left is honesty and a fractured heart.
Where Soraya was bound by duty, Ezer is choice. Where Soraya belonged to Kinlear, Ezer belongs with Arawn because she actively chooses him. She does not need him to be perfect. She does not fear his fire. She meets him scar for scar and never asks him to be less.
And in loving her, Arawn’s fire is sparked back to life not through prophecy or obligation, but through connection. Through being seen. Through being wanted. Ezer feeds his soul in a way no one ever has. She gives him warmth where there was only expectation, desire where there was only restraint, life where there was only survival.
And it raises a devastating question the novella never fully answers: If love is forbidden, then why does it make his power burn stronger?
Why does his fire return not through obedience, sacrifice, or devotion to the gods but through love? If something condemned as weakness is the very thing that reignites his magic, then was it ever truly forbidden… or simply feared?
This novella made me realise something devastating: while Kinlear fears being forgotten, Arawn fears becoming nothing but the crown. He is fire bound in chains. Power without freedom. A boy raised to believe that love will be the thing that ruins him and still, he dares to love anyway.
Firemage is not a story about rebellion. It’s about endurance. About goodness under unbearable weight. About a little boy who was asked to be a King long before he’s allowed to be human.
I ache for Kinlear.
But Arawn?
Arawn is the one who breaks and burns my heart and I will stand by him. Every time.
Now excuse me, but I need Book 2 immediately because I have to know what happens next.