All Chapters of Born to Rule: The Dragon Queen: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Dorrin’s POV“When the moon is full, the gate to the demon kingdom will open right here. The ground must taste virgin blood, two kingdoms must be fused into one, a witch’s hair taken, and a heart still pure,” cackled the dark witch.Her words settled heavily in my chest, each requirement sounding less like magic and more like a sentence. Like she already knew how far she could push us.Alexander narrowed his eyes in disbelief, but I could see the fear behind them. Not fear for himself—fear for Mira.Liora laughed slightly and asked the witch, “So to open the gate, we just need to kill a virgin to take her heart and blood, shave Diana, and merge the Eradrakor and North Kingdom? Easy!”“What? Why me?” asked Diana, touching her pink locks protectively, as if that small gesture could shield her from what was coming.“So killing a virgin doesn’t bother such a high-moral witch like you, Diana,” Liora mocked, giggling. “Only your hair.”“It’s not like that,” Diana replied, her voice tight.M

Mira’s POV I had no appetite, but I forced myself to eat dinner; the babies needed nourishment. Every swallow felt heavy, as if my body knew I was feeding them for a future I wasn’t sure I could protect. My belly was already large, my feet painfully swollen, and I waddled like a duck. In just one week, my due day would arrive. One week to save them. One week to save myself. I had to be back home by then. I could not leave my babies at Draven’s mercy—could not let them grow up in a forsaken demon kingdom without their fathers. The night was still young, and the canvas pulled me toward it like a lifeline. I began to paint the beautiful garden I had seen earlier that day, desperate to trap that moment of freedom in color. With every stroke of the brush, my chest loosened a little, my thoughts quieting as if the world beyond the canvas ceased to exist. For a brief, fragile moment, I felt like myself again—not a prisoner, not a vessel, just a woman creating something beautiful. “Aston

Mira's POVI hoped not to see Draven again.The thought of his presence alone made my chest feel tight, like invisible fingers were slowly closing around my lungs. I needed distance from him, from his voice, from the way he made everything feel blurred and unstable.I needed to have a clear head before my escape.Every second mattered now, every thought had to stay sharp. One mistake, one hesitation, and I would be trapped here forever.It was already too risky a mission as I had no idea what I would face, no castle floor plan, no idea about the security, the magical protection- I knew nothing, but I needed to break free and Draven clouding my thoughts, twisting the reality, sweatalking me was just too much to handle.Sometimes I wondered if that was his greatest weapon—not claws or magic, but the way he could make doubt seep into my bones, making me question what was real and what was manipulation.But as always what you want the less happened.In the afternoon Caren came, "Your Maje

Mira’s POV “I just wanted to look for some water and food before going to sleep,” I lied, forcing a smile onto my lips. “Midnight cravings, you know.” I felt my cheeks heat immediately, shame curling in my stomach. I hated how easily the lie came—and how easily he saw through me anyway. “Oh, then I should assign maids to serve you day and night. I will do that,” he said softly, cupping my cheek and pulling me closer, as if the matter was already settled. “And why are you sleeping here?” he asked. “Aren’t you supposed to sleep in our chambers?” I fidgeted nervously with the edge of my cloak, my fingers clumsy. “It was too late to move. I was tired,” I mumbled quietly. “Then I will move you now. And tomorrow, the maids will move your things,” he laughed, effortless and calm, before lifting me as if I weighed nothing. He carried me bridal-style away. Away from my room. Away from my plan. Away from my freedom. I didn’t protest. I played my role as a good girl, silent

. Mira’s POV The next moment, I exhaled in relief when I woke up alone. So Draven had not been serious when he said he would spend the whole week never leaving my side. My relief was short-lived as the door opened and Draven entered shirtless, wearing only sweatpants and holding a large tray of food. “Breakfast for my queen,” he announced, placing it on the side table and preparing to feed me again. “Good morning,” he mumbled, pecking my lips and taking a porridge bowl and spoon. “Thank you, but you know I can eat by myself,” I said, rolling my eyes slightly. He ignored me, taking a spoonful of porridge and pressing it to my lips. “Nonsense. I love feeding you. Now be a good girl and open your mouth,” he cooed sweetly. I stared at him in surprise. I wanted to rub my eyes. How? When did it happen that the cruel demon king became more like a mother hen, a doting mate? As he fed me, my body betrayed me. Warmth bloomed in my chest despite the fear clawing at my ribs. Th