Rising From Exile: The Dragonless Queen

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ter wheat," I murmured to myself, digging the

g crop rotation and modern irrigation. In this brutal world ruled by winged tyrants, where fire fell from the sky and bloodlines determined whether you ate beef or chewed on gr

ash obliterate

e turnip patch. My heart violently slammed against my ribs. I dropped the stick,

rlocking blackened steel shaped like overlapping dragon scales. The air instantly turned suffocating, thick with

ed without a word, s

flame patterns. Her spun-gold hair cascaded over her shoulders like a shining river, framing porcelain skin and

l wool, tailored so cleanly it looked immune to dust. Wire-rimmed spectacles sat on the sharp bridge of his straight nose. His golden hair was clipped shor

f the guards bowed his head slightly toward him, proving

her nose in theatrical disgust. "They spent months scouring the countryside, claiming the true blood of

ed. Her manicured fingers clamped onto the coarse linen of my sleeve, violently

son birthmark shaped like a blooming peach blossom-the u

s the yard, vibrating with manic triumph. "She bears the mark of

while I was abandoned in a border village. The imposter who had lived like a princess beca

ant pride, her voice loud enough for the entire village to hear. "Today, I sever all ties with the

e you lost

ey wore coarse linen tunics-the rough, unbleached cloth of condemned prisoners. The woman stumbling at the front was Ele

olded, her voice trembling with profound disappointment and heartbreak. "They ar

rted, her chin raised in defiance. "I am no long

n, pragmatic mind clicking into gear. She