Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

Chapter 6

Word Count: 640 | Released on: 26/08/2026

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e fell on them, bowing

clear, "I don't want to hear a single whisper in Drago

the air. They nodded fran

g a respectful three paces away.

. However, today's events have damaged your rep

His face was a mask, but a flicke

' here and now. By doing so, we not only punish the guilty but also send a

s law, but I was also using his presence to elevate the crime fr

no grounds to object, and the Faul

a long moment, weighin

stand my intent. I wasn't just sol

oice as cold as ever. "Y

l find others to do it. I onl

surprised.

row them. I turned to the two guards

ame from the old Seraphina's memory. "You

ned, noddin

e Carlisle, I command you to carry out the sente

eir own masters in the crowd,

Your actions will be in defense of the honor of the Crown and H

stakes. They had

forward, whips in hand,

ng. He probably never imagined a "useles

eful, problem-solving ally was wor

ld hear. "Your Highness, I know about the Dragonslayer Gold poison in your system. I k

the cave dropped as his aura flared with k

my blood is a mutation of extreme heat. Our union was not an accident.

card on the table. I

x of shock and murderous rage. He loo

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Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

Ellene Millstein Fantasy

“The first thing I felt upon waking was a fire burning inside me, yet all around me was nothing but frozen ice. I was Seraphina Carlisle, the most "useless" granddaughter of a Dragon Lord. Once swept away by fate to a higher plane, I had survived among interstellar empires and cosmic arcana, training to become a skilled interstellar medic and void operative. Now, inexplicably yanked back to my homeland, I was forced to once again play the part of the pitiful noble lady everyone trampled on. My cousin Cammie, all sweet smiles and hidden venom, had dosed me with a blood‑boiling aphrodisiac; she even paid a street thug to destroy me in the dark. Soon, she would lead a torch‑bearing crowd of high society into this cave, point at my torn clothes, and weep false tears, meaning to brand me a whore, steal my betrothed, and have me exiled to the deadly northern mines for life. But I was no longer the old Seraphina who could only swallow her humiliation in silence, not after the advanced civilizations and brutal training I had endured. What Cammie didn't know was that I had already beaten her thug half to death. And the man whose lap I now sat on, the one I had just used as my "antidote" to survive the poison's burn, was no vagrant. He was Aldric Beaumont, the dreaded Prince Regent. I steadied my breath, calmly straightened my dress, and prepared to wield his absolute power to make her pay back everything, with interest.”