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Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 571    |    Released on: Today at 15:38

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w and ragged, his eyes rolling back in his head. Eleanor was weeping silently, clut

voy where the guards had set up their fire. "Captain Cobb! Please, do you have any medi

a slow sip from his waterskin. "He's a condemned traitor, girl. The crown doesn't waste expensive medicine

and for the sapphire bracelet I had stolen

r me. A burly guard with thick, greasy sideburns and bloo

cco. His eyes raked over my body with a disgusting, predatory hunger that made my skin crawl. "You seem to have a lot of secre

hy, calloused hands aimi

nd I'll brea

knuckles white, his eyes blazing with a murderous, protective fury. He was sta

e twisting in rage. He drew his lead-we

t. The coarse fabric of his tunic ripped, exposing raw, bleeding flesh. But Owen didn't flin

camp. Dexter didn't care about justice, but he didn't want a full-scale riot delaying his march and ruini

t, glaring at me with a dark promise of future

my dying father. I couldn't rely on these mons

exter and the other guards heard me. "I know a mountain root t

ring our camp. My mind was already racing, formulating a plan to access my modern spatia

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Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen
Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen
“I was reincarnated into a brutal world ruled by dragons as a "Dragonless" outcast, only to finally reunite with my biological noble family. But the very day I was brought home, my family was framed for treason and sentenced to a lethal exile in the frozen north. The fake daughter who stole my life for seventeen years mocked us, abandoning our name to join the enemies who orchestrated our downfall. During the brutal death march, I relied on my secret spatial storage and modern medical knowledge to keep my family alive. I cured my father's rotting whip wounds, protected my brother from sadistic guards, and finally secured a warm meal and a moment of peace for our exhausted camp. We thought we had survived the worst of the royal purge. But just as we let our guard down, my father, brother, and all the men in our bloodline suddenly collapsed, violently choking on black blood and foaming at the mouth. I was completely stunned. The lethal nerve toxin wasn't in the main cooking pot that the women and children ate from. It was slipped directly into the men's individual bowls. The poison didn't come from the cruel guards or the royal inquisitors. It came from someone sitting right beside our own campfire. There is a traitor hiding among my closest family members, and I swear I will drag them out of the shadows.”