His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius

Chapter 7

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over the main enchanting anvil, holding

I was three hours into inscribing the sixth stabilization harmonic of the Ignis matrix. A single tremor of

agonizing spasm rip

tiny, desperate pulse of raw emotional resonance that

terrified, echoed through t

jerked v

with a harsh, screeching scrape. A jagged white frac

nergy before sputtering out, its core dying int

d and clutching my ribs. My heart slammed against my chest l

flickered between a dragon-born child and her mother. She was crying ou

r. I wanted to cast a projection rune, to whisper into the ether, to t

tion crystal on the shelf,

I st

e an inch ab

royal communication towers in Aethelgard. Kaelen's sensory mages would lock onto t

back to that suffocating roost to preserve his court's pristine image, strip my workshop, and

court, raised by Lyra and the elders to view

es as I pulled my hand back and presse

I erected a cold, impenetrable mental wall, blocking the emotional fre

hat followed

, picked up the ruined piece of qua

storage rack, locked it into the mounting vi

eady now. Hard a

it from a position of absolute, unyielding power-

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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.”