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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞
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🐍 | 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐍𝐈 | 🐍
𝐀 dragon's cry sliced through the whispers of the wind as Irros descended, his massive form casting an ominous shadow over Ealdor. My lips curved into a smirk as I surveyed the village below, now encircled by my army.
Cendred's kingdom would crumble next, just as all others had. Like that of so many kings before him, his defiance would be met with fire and blood.
Soon, Albion would bow to only one ruler—me, the rightful queen of the Dragana throne.
As Irros landed, a forceful gust of wind rippled through the village, making the villagers shield their faces. I stroked Irros's neck, his scales warm beneath my fingers. His deafening roar echoed my dominance. I slid down his side, my boots hitting the ground with purpose, and walked down his wings with my head held high.
"Your king is weak," I bellowed, my voice cutting through the fearful murmurs of the villagers. "I am taking his land, starting with your village."
My soldiers marched forward, herding the villagers into a line. I walked down the line, examining each face, savoring their terror. My eyes landed on a woman with dark brown hair, and recognition flickered.
"So, you've been here the entire time, Hunith," I said, my smile widening.
"Stop this," Hunith pleaded, her voice steady despite her fear. "Your fight for power is madness."
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. "I will be the sole ruler over all of Albion. It is my right."
"No, it is not," Hunith retorted, her defiance irritating but admirable.
I rolled my eyes, letting go of her chin. "Tell me where it is, and I will spare you."
"I do not have it," she replied, meeting my gaze unwaveringly.
My patience snapped. I slapped her hard, watching with satisfaction as she fell to the ground.
"I don't believe you." I crouched, grabbing her chin again, feeling her anger simmer beneath the surface. "I will only ask once more. Where is the last dragon egg?"
Hunith's pain did not dull her spirit. "If you have not found it yet, then you are too late," she said, her words like venom.
I tossed her aside, her body hitting the ground with a satisfying thud. Villagers rushed to her aid, their fear noticeable. Irros growled, sensing my fury. Memories of Aramis's smirk as I left Ayanna flashed in my mind. Dread churned within me; if I didn't have the dragon egg, only one person did.
