His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius

Chapter 2

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urned the brass lock, and slid down against t

p years ago in the drafts of this mountain fortress. Inside my ribs, whe

e looked hollowed out, her pale skin stark against the dark furniture. A Dragonless Queen. A decorative fixture to

unlocked the bottom drawer, and pulled out an old, w

rototype matrices that had given birth to the revolutionary Ignis Core. I had buried my

athetic

oices of two chambermaids drif

pale when she returned," t

agonless have no warmth in their blood. Lady Lyra is the one who t

were right about one thing: in a kingdom where dragonfire was

ive communication tool keyed into the palace's public aerial feeds, typically used to

d, and a live image reso

Sky Pavillion at the roost's highest peak-a dining

m, Lyra laughed softly, her crimson gown glowing in the warmth of the brazier. E

rfection by pure dragonfire. Its edges still crackled with faint golden

fe, effortlessly slicing off a tender piec

his voice holding an easy pati

o toast sweet mallows with flame sparks t

Kaelen watched her, then lifted a crystal goblet filled with spiced vintage wine that had been warmed over his own palm. He to

family. Whole. Co

ss surface of the scrying pool. T

. The image vanished, plungin

A strange, terrifying calm settled over my ch

f dragon-parchment-the resilient, treated hide used solely for bind

tter of grievance. I

rmal Declarati

, and magical ties between a royal spouse and the crown. Though traditional severance required both parties at the altar of t

formal draconic phrases of dissolution, relinq

the seal of the Dragon Queen us

lia

akos. That name had

t into a plain, uncrested manila envelo

s of the royal city below. Thousands of dragon-crystal lanterns bathed the

nto the quiet room. "Keep your t

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“I am the Dragonless Queen, married to the Dragon King for five years, trying to warm his icy heart. But on my twenty-fifth birthday, he canceled our private dinner to spend it with my half-sister, Lyra. Through the cracked door, I watched him smile at Lyra with a warmth he never gave me, praising her sacred dragonfire. "Auntie Lyra is amazing!" my four-year-old daughter squealed. "Mom never knows how to make these!" My husband didn't even look up when I finally entered, coldly telling me not to make an issue out of a quiet family evening. Looking at the three of them framed by the hearth-the formidable king, the holy maiden of flame, and the adoring royal daughter-they formed a picture of unassailable perfection. I was just a cold-blooded intruder in my own home, a decorative fixture tolerated only for political peace. Five years of silent endurance evaporated into a freezing void. Why did I bury my true self, believing devotion could fill the empty spaces? Why did I let them treat me like a shameful defect? I didn't scream or cry. I calmly drafted a formal Declaration of Severance, left it on his desk, and walked out of the palace forever. My husband assumed I was just throwing a domestic tantrum and would come crawling back once my coin ran out. He had no idea that his useless, Dragonless wife was actually the shadowy founder of Aether Forge-the premier military syndicate his entire empire desperately relied on to survive. Keep your throne, Kaelen. I am taking back my life.”