His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

Chapter 8

Word Count: 641 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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n the room wa

nger at me. "She is a fraud! My treatments were finally working, the matron was stabiliz

ward, his expression hardening.

raised, his broad shoulders shielding

t is unresponsive," th

ined, my magical reserves almost completely depleted. I staggered back a step, m

gainst my bare waist where my shirt had ridden up. The skin-to-skin c

have the strength. And hone

nds," I whispered,

red. "Three seconds

counted

r!" Cecile

ip on my wai

three long months, snapped open. She took a deep, shudderi

oom f

but then it focused on Bur

and weak, but unmistakably clea

ad by the Chief Healer of St. Heal's was no

t his grandmother in disbelief, and for the first time, I sa

outh hung open, his wand

ward, his face a mask of pure horror and disbelief. "Impossible..."

ot Cecile a look of pure ice. "Ignorance is not an excuse for yo

e him flinch. His career, his reputation, his entire wor

parchment and a quill from my pocket, quickly sc

is dosage, three times a day. She

as if I were discu

contact sent a tremor through my hand. He looked at me, his expression a c

r tonight's consultation," I said, my voice cool. "The p

or. The Enforcers parted for me like the

ze burning into my back. He wasn't just grateful. He was suspic

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His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

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“After my parents died, my pureblood uncle threw a pouch of ten thousand gold coins onto his mahogany desk. He demanded I take my seven-year-old brother, drop out of the magic academy, and cross into the mortal slums forever. "Consider your connection to this house severed." He sneered, warning me never to tell a living soul we carried the Price blood. My cousin Isla smiled her fake, angelic smile while my uncle mocked that we would starve on our empty pride. We were thrown out, forced to hide in a damp, rat-infested attic in the lower districts. Even Damien Carlisle, the supreme pureblood commander of the magic council, looked at me through the rain with arrogant, dismissive pity. To him, I was just a pathetic, broke teenage mother dragging an illegitimate child through the mud. They all thought I was a helpless stray, a nobody they could easily crush with their endless wealth and elite status. They had no idea that I was "Silent," the ruthless, undefeated duelist of the underground rings. And they certainly didn't know I was the legendary "Saint Hand"-the exact master alchemist that Commander Carlisle was currently tearing the city apart to find to save his dying grandmother. I shoved the pouch of blood money back across the desk, took my little brother's hand, and walked out of the manor without looking back. If the high purebloods wanted to play games with our lives, I would gladly bankrupt them all.”