Todos os capítulos de The Dragon Queen: Runaway Bride : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Maria's POV I seriously didn't expect a dragon to change my life. Again. The funny part was that I wasn't even looking for one.A few days had passed since I sat outside the palace kitchens feeling sorry for myself. I had mostly gotten over it. At least that was what I kept telling myself. That morning, I woke up before sunrise and wandered toward the kitchens.The palace cooks started preparing breakfast early, and I liked visiting them before the halls became crowded. They always had snacks. More importantly, they liked me.Those two things were connected. The kitchen was already busy when I arrived. People moved between ovens carrying trays and baskets. Someone was arguing about bread. Someone else was chasing a cook who had apparently stolen bacon.Everything seemed normal. Until something crashed. The sound came from the storage room at the back. Several cooks looked up. One of them sighed. "Not again."I frowned. "What was that?"The cook waved a hand. "Probably rats."The cras

I knew the meeting was going to be a disaster the moment Stiles tried to eat the king's sleeve. King Eldric had barely finished greeting us before the little dragon lunged forward and grabbed the edge of his coat with his teeth. The courtyard fell silent. Stiles chewed proudly.King Eldric looked down at him. Stiles looked back. The king sighed. "I see."Pandora immediately turned away because she was trying not to laugh. Valdanus wasn't doing much better. Even Estevan looked like he was about to choke.I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. "Stiles," I whispered.The baby dragon ignored me. That had become a common problem. The entire palace courtyard had been arranged for the meeting. Several dragon scholars had arrived from different parts of Scorish. King Eldric sat beneath a large pavilion. Pandora stood beside me. Valdanus and Estevan remained nearby.Astria rested behind everyone, watching the gathering with clear amusement. The scholars, however, looked very serious. At leas

Pandora's POVI used to train because I hated feeling helpless. Every missed strike reminded me of the girl who had arrived in Scorish knowing almost nothing. Every bruise felt like proof that I wasn't good enough. Somewhere along the way, that feeling disappeared without me noticing.Now I trained because I loved seeing myself improve. The practice yard had become one of my favorite places in the palace. The soldiers no longer watched me with doubt written across their faces. They greeted me with smiles, offered advice, and sometimes even asked to spar.I accepted every challenge. Most days I walked away smiling.Astria noticed the change before I did. "You're enjoying this now," her voice echoed in my mind.I am."That's really great. Misery makes terrible company."I rolled my eyes while tightening the straps around my wrists. “You really do enjoy making fun of me.”"Only because you make it easy."Her laugh drifted through our bond, warm enough to make me smile before I even stepp

“Pandora… answer me.” Astria's voice filled my mind before I had even opened my eyes. I sat upright in bed, my heart still racing from the dream. The room was dark except for the faint glow escaping from beneath my sleeve where my dragon mark pulsed against my skin.I'm awake."Yes! Yes! Now tell me what happened."I pushed the blanket aside and took a deep breath. "There were dragons everywhere. Hundreds of them. They covered the sky."Astria didn't interrupt."I heard you calling my name."She still didn't say anything. I swallowed. "Then another voice spoke."The silence stretching through our bond felt heavier than anything she could have said. "It called me the Dragon Queen."Astria disappeared from my thoughts. But not fully. I could still feel her presence, but she offered no teasing remark or clever reply. That alone frightened me more than the dream itself. After what felt like forever, her voice returned. "Say those words again."I frowned. "The voice said, 'The Dragon Quee

“Do you ever feel like everyone knows something except you?”I asked the question without looking up from the flower I was pulling apart in my hands.Astria gave a small laugh inside my mind. "Every hatchling asks that at least once."“I’m serious.”"So am I."I sighed and leaned against the tree behind me. “I'm starting to think my parents hid things from me.”The words had been sitting in my chest since the dream, and saying them out loud made them feel real.Astria stayed quiet this time.I closed my eyes and let old memories drift back. My mother used to keep a carved wooden box beneath her bed. Whenever I asked what was inside, she would smile, tap my nose, and say, “You'll know when you're older.”I never did. There was also a necklace she refused to wear in public. Once I reached for it as a child, and she took it away so fast that I burst into tears.She hugged me afterward and apologized, but she never explained why. My father had his own strange habits.Whenever I asked abou