Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

Chapter 3

Word Count: 655 | Released on: 26/08/2026

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efore a single, shattered sound escaped. "

, but each word was a block of ice dropped

d to the ground with a soft thud, he

lling over each other to press their forehead

ith the sound of terrified, suppressed ga

old drum in my chest. This was the kind o

n eyes were still locked on me, studying me like an unexp

le. "Your Highness! I... I didn't know it w

glance from Ald

hadow in the torchlight, engulfing the kneeling figures. "You brought this c

ve. This was the Prince Regent's sanctuary. Cammie hadn't j

er forehead against the ice. "Forgive me, Your Highne

Now was not my time to act. I wo

figure who had been ignored until now-Rick Tu

n in terror since the m

is voice dangerously soft

o a frozen pit. The one piece of her plan

orward, grabbing Rick Tucker and dragging him

ammered, pissing himself. "It wa

s golden eyes devoid of any w

ension. "Cammie, my dear cousin. Weren't you just accusing me of s

ecisely into Cammie's wound and rem

if seeing me for the first time. My sudden

to my face, a spark of

ttered. He glanced from my face to Cammie's terr

-" His voice cracked, and his eyes darted towa

c. "Why are you staring at me

ut enough to make the

toward Rick Tucker.

veryone, I lifted my foot and

ckward as blood and teet

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Bound By Fire: The Dragon Prince's Obsession

Ellene Millstein Fantasy

“The first thing I felt upon waking was a fire burning inside me, yet all around me was nothing but frozen ice. I was Seraphina Carlisle, the most "useless" granddaughter of a Dragon Lord. Once swept away by fate to a higher plane, I had survived among interstellar empires and cosmic arcana, training to become a skilled interstellar medic and void operative. Now, inexplicably yanked back to my homeland, I was forced to once again play the part of the pitiful noble lady everyone trampled on. My cousin Cammie, all sweet smiles and hidden venom, had dosed me with a blood‑boiling aphrodisiac; she even paid a street thug to destroy me in the dark. Soon, she would lead a torch‑bearing crowd of high society into this cave, point at my torn clothes, and weep false tears, meaning to brand me a whore, steal my betrothed, and have me exiled to the deadly northern mines for life. But I was no longer the old Seraphina who could only swallow her humiliation in silence, not after the advanced civilizations and brutal training I had endured. What Cammie didn't know was that I had already beaten her thug half to death. And the man whose lap I now sat on, the one I had just used as my "antidote" to survive the poison's burn, was no vagrant. He was Aldric Beaumont, the dreaded Prince Regent. I steadied my breath, calmly straightened my dress, and prepared to wield his absolute power to make her pay back everything, with interest.”