All Chapters of The Dragon Queen’s Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cassian’s POV“I’ll be fine from here. You can go back home now. I’m sure your sisters must be missing you,” she said as we took the back steps that led to her wing of the tower.As usual, her handmaid, Dania, was waiting for her at the entrance ready to escort her to her chambers. I tried to hide the irritation I felt whenever I remembered how guarded she was. The only reason the royal family trusted her with me was because they had known me all my life and trusted that I wouldn’t let anything happen to their daughter.“They will be alright. After the incident tonight, I have to make sure you’re good.” We got to the door and stopped walking. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to see Isolde?”The question was merely a formality. I had already wasted enough time by being here. I knew that the council would be waiting for me. They would want to know if I had succeeded or not.“No, Dania can take me to see the physician. You don’t have to worry.”I stared into her eyes and sense

Elyria’s POV“Cassian,” I said in relief. “Oh my goodness, you startled me.”“What are you doing here?” he asked again. I tried not to think about how cold his voice sounded.“I’m here to see you, of course. We have a lot to talk about, and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. There are some things you actually have to hear from me.”“Too late, Elyria. I already know. You can save the act.”He pushed past me and stepped into the small space, taking a seat on the chair.It was obvious he had already been informed of the new development. I should have known my father would reach him first. Now, nothing I said would make sense to him.“I only just found out today,” I said quickly. “You have to believe me.”I went up to him and tried to hold his hand, but he pulled away immediately.“I can’t believe anything that comes from your mouth,” he spat bitterly.“Cassian, please, just let me explain. None of this is my fault. My father and mother sprung it on me out of nowhere…”“Typical Princess Elyr

Chapter SixElyria’s POVMy entire body ached. I knew I was not on my bed because whatever I was lying on was hard as a rock.I gradually forced myself up as I opened my eyes. A groan left my lips as the pain racked through my entire body. My head was pounding, and my mouth was as dry as the desert.“Where am I?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes in hopes that it would clear my blurry vision.I stood up slowly and realized that I was out in the wild all by myself. The thing I had fallen asleep on was actually the ground. That’s why it was so hard! I, Princess Elyria, had spent the night on the bare ground. Never in my twenty-five years on earth had such happened.That was when the events of last night started pouring in.My coronation.The coup.And worst of all, Cassian’s betrayal.I don’t know which was worse: the emotional heartbreak or the physical pain I felt from running through the woods.I didn’t stop for once to rest. I had just kept going. Tears fell from my eyes at the thought of

Elyria’s POV I didn’t realize how hungry I actually was until I finished the entire bowl of soup within two minutes. I looked up to see Harry staring at me in amusement. “You sure you won’t like another bowl?” he asked, and I nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.” I had completely lost all my dignity because here I was, begging for food like some street urchin. In the past, food used to be the least of my worries. It was insane how much a person’s life could change in the blink of an eye. “This time, I’ll add some bread to your meal to help fill you up quicker. How about that?” “I would like that, thank you.” After I was finally done eating, he asked me if I would like to change into something cleaner. I could tell that he was uncomfortable asking, but he genuinely wanted to help. He went in through a small door and came back with a dress in his hands. “This was my mother’s, but you can have it.” “Are you sure she’ll be okay with some strange girl wearing her dress?” He gav

Elyria’s POV“Leave that girl alone. She’s innocent!”The old woman’s voice carried more weight than her small frame suggested it should. Harry, Alex, and Charles froze mid-step, knives still raised but no longer advancing.“Grandma, you don’t understand. She’s the—”“I know exactly who she is.”She lowered her hood the rest of the way, and in the firelight I finally saw her properly. Her face was lined with age, but her eyes were sharp, alert, missing nothing.And her hair.That same silvery white. The same as mine. The same as Harry’s, catching the torchlight like it was made of something other than hair at all.“You know her?” Alex asked, lowering his knife slightly, though he still kept his body angled toward me.“I know of her family,” she said carefully. “That’s enough for now.”I stood frozen by the door, unsure whether to run or stay. Every instinct told me to bolt, but my legs wouldn’t listen. Something about her felt familiar in a way I couldn’t explain, the way a smell can