LOGINThey say I killed my father. They say I ordered my maid, my dearest friend, to poison him. They say she confessed before taking her own life. Lies. The real murderer stands before me, weaving her web of deception and has the entire Royal court in her grasp. Queen Andessa, my wicked stepmother. My father’s killer. She has stripped me of my title, my crown, my very birthright, and has offered me up as a tribute to the Dragon King of Drakarith. A mercy punishment, she calls it. But I am not broken. She thinks she has won. That I will succumb to defeat and forget who I am. But she's wrong. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, the rightful Queen of Velmira. And I will return to reclaim what is mine and rip out Velmira's corruption by its roots. Starting with Andessa's rotten fertilized eggs. My callous step-siblings. Velmira is my home, my kingdom, and I will not let it rot under the rule of vipers. But reclaiming what is mine will not be easy, especially trying to achieve that from the dragon lands of Drakarith, under the watchful vigilance of Azraelyrs, a dragon king I have heard rumors about his cold-heartedness and rules with an iron fist. To survive, I must play the game of seduction and manipulation against my enemies. To win, I must be sharper, stronger, and more ruthless than I have never been before in my life. Let the games begin.
View More~ DAHLIA ~After our conversation, I'm escorted to the temple and soon, I find myself heading towards a grotto more massive than any I've ever seen.The air here smells like a mixture of roses and minty incense. That is the first thing I notice when the priestesses lead me further into the grotto area. Everywhere around me feels alive, as if the walls are breathing.Power lives here. Raw, ancient power far superior to my human lineage.A few minutes later, I'm standing in front of large pools of water. The green springs ripple with silent waves as if someone invisible is swimming quietly under the surface. The pool in front of me has steam coiling up into the air, the smoke looking white and harmless. Burning fire torches are set high in the walls. They make the spring pools sparkle orange in combination with the green color. The sight is lovely but makes me feel a little unsettled. I clutch the folds of my dress tighter, though I know I won’t be wearing it much longer.Keshani, Haen
~DAHLIA~ The reception feast that follows my wedding ceremony is a gathering of both sadness and celebration. For the Velmiran delegation, it is a sad mini funeral. For Drakarith, it is a boisterous celebration of the strength of their King. And the brutal declaration of his new Queen. Roasted meats, rich wines, varieties of other food delicacies, and heady music saturate the royal dining hall. It is afternoon and everyone seems to be enjoying the feast, once again except the Velmiran nobles. I am seated beside Azraelyrs on a dais overlooking the hall. Now, I am dressed differently in a red, velvet-looking gown. The dress has a low neckline with beautiful, shiny gems almost like little jewel buttons running down the front deep V-neckline. The sleeves are super dramatic; big, puffy, and gathered around the arms. The middle part of the dress is fitted at my waist and flows down to the floor, also having a high thigh slit that shows off one of my legs. Overall, it’s beautiful and c
~ DAHLIA ~Suddenly, I feel like tears are welling up inside my eyes at hearing those words coming from him, and I don't know why.Quickly, I push back the tears from falling onto my cheeks as the crowd continues chanting and the feeling of hearing their chants for me is so overwhelming.This is reverence. And in this moment, I feel a shift inside me. I feel a sense of belonging not just as Azraelyrs's queen, but also as a part of this ferocious, magnificent kingdom.“Now, my queen, it's time for your precious wedding gift.”The instant after those words leave Azraelyrs's lips, the temple doors slam shut with a resounding clang that thunders throughout the temple and kills off the joyous shouts of the crowd. A chilling silence descends everywhere.Azraelyrs’s eyes suddenly shift into those slits of molten gold and right then, Avizandria roars loudly. I watch my husband's eyes shoot straight to Alistair and Cressida.He does not speak. He just lifts a hand and Avizandria unfolds her wi
~ DAHLIA ~ The Temple rises like a giant colossus held up by mighty pillars that shine like they are made of sparkling gold. There are vines of red roses snaking around the pillars. The main arena where thousands of Drakarithians are already gathered for my wedding has no ceilings. In fact, the arena is open to the sky and it welcomes the sunlight pouring into the vast sandy field of the temple. At the entrance of the arena, I am standing there with Azraelyrs, and every eye is fixed on me and him. My maids, Keshani, Anikaya and Haenith, are all right behind me. Azraelyrs offers me his hand. I take it. Not like a prize. But like an equal. A storm binding itself to another. High above on one of the temple’s pillars, I see her. Avizandria. She is perched atop one of the temple’s pillars with her glowing eyes staring down straight at me before shifting to the sight of my hand that is held by Azraelyrs's hand. She growls a little roar and folds her wings as she adjusts her mighty s






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