Lahat ng Kabanata ng Redemption of The Dragon Prince: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

[Carnelia] “I am no god,” I look from one face to the other. These dragons are asking me to rely on their wisdom and trust their judgment, but their actions and words speak of madness. “I am just a drakaina who misses her mate and wants to go home.” “You might not be a god,” my father admits, “but I think you’re becoming something very close to it. Look at what you’ve managed, Stella. Even threatened, very few dragons could rise the way you did, the way your mate did when he saw his mother’s death and feared for his wife and children. I was expecting you to find your way out, to finally take your mantle as my heir,” he looks at my hooded cloak and smiles, “I knew you were special when you were still nestled inside your mother. To see you evolve into something sublime is beyond my greatest expectations. I had no idea this is what would happen, but look,” he points to my brow, “you even wear the Crown of Shadows.” Looking more closely at my reflection, I find that along my brow in a

[Primus]The command in the drake’s voice is undeniable. There will be no backing away, no arguing with this order. This isn’t just any air drake–Athony is Eleanora’s guard captain and her most trusted soldier and confidant. He’s been by her side from the very beginning, coming to the royal palace as her personal bodyguard when she was brought in to marry me. They are so close that if she weren’t obsessed with my brother, and now me, I’d think the two of them are lovers. The way this guard watches Eleanora when she leaves the room, how he jumps to defend and protect her with even the smallest hint of potential, it is clear that he loves her as more than just her guardian. And maybe they are, although I can’t imagine his feelings are reciprocated–he has no status as is clear by his name, Captain Athony Noname. Noname is a common surname for drakes born without a clan to claim them, and although it isn’t uncommon to recruit future soldiers from those ranks, it is rare for a lowborn orph

[Primus]  There’s a heavy weight to my father’s crown. Crafted from the earth stained with the blood of the sun dragon army, he had taken the raw ore and placed it on his head, bending it to his will with the rush of victory thrumming through his body. It was during the decisive battle, the one that put Luxandra on top, freeing them from Solarian oppression.  My mother had been by his side, her celestial forces having changed the tide of the war in our favor. She was madly in love with my father when she handed him the rubies that are now woven into the crown itself. The crown is more than just a symbol of power; it is also a symbol of unending love. Because no matter

[Carnelia]I never expected that the name that would spring from her lips would be the same as the name I first encountered at the beginning of this adventure, in the pages of a children’s book read to me by my mate before I even understood what a mate really was. Even before I knew what it was to be a dragon, that name had importance to me. That book was the first book I ever read. My name, Carnelia, was picked from its pages. Oaestr is the mother of all dragonkind. The first of us. Surely she isn’t that Oaestr. I’m not even sure that she was ever anything more than a fantasy story told to hatchlings to help them make sense of the confusing world we live in. “Did your parents name you for The Mother of Us All?” I ask casually, keeping my tone light. “I’ve never met another Oaestr.” “Nor have I,” the drakaina smiles, tilting her head. “It’s a unique name. But all of us have individual names. We don’t repeat names here,” she explains. “We are hatched in batches.”Batches? It reminds

Eleanora's excitement dances in her eyes as her irises swirl in shades of blue and bright silver. She thinks she's won, that she's just been handed everything she has desired. In her mind, her path to power has been secured, her long wait over, and her torture finally ended. "Do you swear it?” Eleanora’s eyes flash a bright silver. “Do you swear on your name and honor that you will do everything I ask of you if I release your family?” "I do swear," I declare resolutely, confirming my pledge in a strong, deep voice that falls around us like heavy stones in an otherwise silent room. "If you free my family, leave them alone, remove all guards from watching them, I'll do whatever it is that the Queen of Luxandra asks of me." If I were any other drake, as soon as I got what I wanted, I'd simply go back on my word, but Eleanora knows how much my honor means to me. I am not just any noble–I’m a dragon prince, and the true heir of the Luxandrian throne. Because of that honor, like many n