His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius

Chapter 8

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he rhythm of high-tier arcane engineer

teen months. The blueprints I sent back to Cassian were so mathematically flawless that he had sent th

me outside an unassuming brick bu

master artificers, independent guild masters, and high-tier mages gathered

up in a practical twist. Across the lower half of my face, I wore a lightweight silk veil

beside me. He wore a crisp black tailored coat with polished steel cuff-buc

rders to verify before midnight," I replied smo

ght. Several dozen master mages and wealthy merchants sat in private leather

table near the back, ordering two

Blackwood-that wealthy dragon lord who worships the ground Lyra walks on-just opened his private mining reserves t

wine. "The propulsion rings fro

ut using brute-force draconic flame. She has no idea that the harmonic feedback

said calmly. "The truth has a way of

e with fierce intensity. "And what about the Grand Artifice Co

sovereign immunity granted by the Grand Council. With that charter, the Drakos crown can

knuckles for a brief, reassuring second. "I've already secured our covert strike

id, a rare warmth easing t

vy brass bell above the salon'

through the quiet murmur of

Princess Audrey of the Drakos Dynasty, and my

wine glass down wi

tious crimson velvet gown heavily embroidered with pure gold dragonscale patterns. Trailing behind her wa

room with blatant disgust, treating the assemb

cked directly ont

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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.”