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His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius

Chapter 10 

Word Count: 830    |    Released on: Today at 23:16

Drako

ainst my back with a heavy, concussive gust of wind as I

an form, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension from a gruel

found

elia's scent, but the chaotic, ambient mana of the mage city had com

infur

, my heavy boots echoing off the dark obsidian. Steward

ing my gilded dragon-scale gauntlets

Sire," Peterson murmured quickly. "And

my head slightly. "

was registered at the Central Arcanis Library. It appears she is conducting independent research on ancient mana

demic

orless breath throug

overwhelmed by court politics. She was out there indulging her eccentric, harmles

onless woman with no combat power and no political b

n the study doors. "Ensure her quarterly allowance remains active. When she t

, the heavy study doors were

he room, her eyes wild with rage, her

th irritation. "Audrey. Control yours

screamed, stomping toward my desk. "She refused to serve Leo, spoke to me like I w

rrowing in deep disbelief. "What

g with indignation. "She stood there in front of dozens of foreign mages and def

slow, mocking scoff

her Forge is a multi-million-gold military syndicate run by high-tier battle mages. Aurelia cannot even light a ca

Thorne!" Audrey spat.

hought just as quickly. Thorne was a rogue mercenary chasing coin; if Aurelia ha

ing Audrey with an unyielding glare. "Return to your qu

ight of my royal draconic aura forced the air from her lun

tending to instruct my agents in Arcanis to locate Au

lass, the primary war-council bell

m the eastern front! Crown Prince Ronan of the Eldoria Empire has mobilized three heavy dragon legions

ing with pure, lethal fire. "Assemble the

he shadows, completely blind to the fact that the woman I thought I could com

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His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius
His Unwanted Queen Is A Secret Genius
“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.”