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My words tumbled out, desperate and broken. But he just stared at me like I was nothing. Like he didn’t feel the same fire burning in my chest that was eating me alive. My voice cracked. "You felt it… you have to." But King Jester only shook his head slowly, as if I were some crazy stranger. "You’re a Stealer," he said, his voice low but heavy, like thunder before a storm. "Men feel strange things around you. They mistake it for a bond, but it’s fake. It’s cursed. You are cursed."

Jane muttered before turning to Jack and Mira with a serious expression “That lot does not have a single honest bone. Don’t get pulled into their scams.” “The old Duke is as scheming as a snake and more poisonous than the most poisonous beast on earth.” Jane spat out in disgust. “Really?” Mira blinked teasingly before adding “They were very nice to us and even told us that we had the clout of the Soren and Amberton to run lawless if we wanted.” “Che!!!” Jane sneered before turning abruptly to look at Mira “Don’t tell me you guys were purposefully luring the snake into your liar?”

Why did she feel like he was talking about Lester? With that thought, she immediately responded, “I understand, sir.” Drogo nodded and left with his men. “Les. Ter. Crest. Fall!” After Drogo and the others left, Jane’s shrill voice reverberated throughout Kavo Estate. “Get over here!” It turned out that Hugo was a lecher, and Lester was the one who had taken Luna there... Jane had to find out the truth. Before long, Lester came out. He realized that there was something off about Jane’s expression and asked nervously, “What do you need me for, Grandma?”

he cleared his throat, beginning to spin in his head; God helped him; he fumbled; she was going to have him by his neck; "there lived a demon... no, a dragon... let's just say a beast...." "Zayyyyyyne..." "What?" "Which?" He brought this on himself, so he whispered, "A dragon, Jane, a big, tall, handsome dragon." He saw her frown, ignored it, and continued. "Everyone loved this dragon, and each time they looked at him, they thought he was perfect; they thought he made no mistakes, so when he made one, which he did every time," he made an explosive motion with his hand, "everyone ended up getting hurt."

The Council Chamber of Emberfall was a cathedral of cruelty. It was a circular pit of obsidian, surrounded by rising tiers of seats where the Dragon Elders sat, their eyes glowing like dying embers in the dim light. In the center of the pit stood a jagged monolith of raw, red stone...The Dragon-Stone.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

The stench had reached its limit, and then I saw them. In the close distance to the walls stood Galathor and Zephyr, Dragon King and Queen of the Percaria. Their gazes strayed not away from me as I approached them. I used all the willpower I could muster to calm down my raging beast. And when I reached them, they each brandished a smile of malice. Their royal garments, red like the blood of victims they had slaughtered in the past, sparkled under the moonlight. My soul lit up with growing fire.

“What do you mean?” Alex took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “When I was cursed, as a young child, I learned that the council had captured the ice kingdom. They used dark magic to bind the dragons, leaving only their human forms. The leader of the dark witch coven was behind it all, using their power to control the dragons and bend them to her will.” A flicker of anger crossed Jenifer’s face. “We can’t let this happen. The dragons are vital to the balance of our world. Without them, chaos will reign.”

The king grunted noncommittedly. "You know dear, a dragon would be quite an asset to our army," Ishild said quietly, her voice whispering across the room. The king turned a curious glance at her. "Udril had to create a dragon, whereas we have one here to do our bidding." She continued, her cold face impassive as she glanced at Elric. "I will not use my son as a pawn," the king growled back at her, the first spark of emotion showing in his voice. She smirked.