viev

wash over me. In that past timeline, when the Dragon King perished and my six-year-old s

uthlessly consigned to the sacrificial dragonfire. The ab

to nurture him into a true sovereign, allowing him t

fore he came of age, his mind was poisoned by the ambitious, wolf-hearted lords of th

re puppet on the throne while I wielded the ab

ventually crowning a worthy grandson before closi

our coffers overflowed, and peace reigned across the borders. For half a century, the re

simply possessing a female form meant I was condemned to a life of me

ragon kin could achieve,

life, I woul

sure. "Lord Jonah's constitution may be frail, but he remains the Dragon King's most favored son. Bei

ach my eyes. I pushed back my sleeve and calmly poured myself a goblet of

. Blaire clearly found my

ty of my future husband mattered little to me. To her, I must have looked

at smug, misplaced certainty. She looked at me

th the delusions of her own foresight, she thought she had outsmarted fate by maneuvering to steal my original path. She undoubtedly im

urt required more than just stolen opportunities-it required r

tone dripping with false sorrow. "Sister, I hear Lord Jonah is a

body is truly so ruined, why would

sh dominance and humiliate you on your wedding day, you absolutely must not resist her, sister. She will likely be an agent of the Queen. If you anger Her Grace, she

ching the poorly concealed trium

o the dirt by Queen Corrin's legendary cruelty

Queen. How amusing. In this life, they would all learn exactly wh