His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius

Chapter 6

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a Vanc

rs, I did not wake up with my

esence at morning audiences. I no longer monitored the royal nursery's sched

n the Frozen Marches-where the Vane and Hicks families had conspired to loc

l. I needed sovereign-l

he upcoming Apex Arcane Conclave i

autonomous lord, and defense guild gathered there to bid on state-level contracts. If Aether Forge wa

in the basement, unlocking the triple-warded co

amber, and after three long pulses

ight. Cassian Thorne sat in a high-backed leather chair, his da

o his console that his image distorted. "B

said, a faint smil

guard years ago after defying a corrupt elder. For the past three years, he had acted as the public face and acti

d crack. "You're actually out of that golden slaughterhouse! Tell

ce, Cassian," I said evenly.

and then a wild, brilliant grin split his fac

blooded tyrant couldn't keep your mind chained forever! Welcome b

y chest softened the reprimand. "We have work to do. I n

loria who owe us their lives after we upgraded their fortress shields last winter. But Aurelia

nd Dragon Council. If we win it, Aether Forge will hold the exclusive

ng into serious, protective focus. "Kaelen will bring his entire war council. Lyra will proba

ts. She does not understand the fundamental math behind the core. When I unveil the comple

admiration. "God, I've missed this. You're goin

acklogged engineering dossiers and the component manifests for the prot

n said, winking. "Get some sleep, Aur

, standing alone in the

re did not look like an endless gray corri

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His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius

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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.”